wordpress weirdness (old posts republishing)

With a new plugin here on wordpress that finds broken links, I took some time the other day fixing links and saving the updated information. Apparently, this sent out posts as if they were new to some of you. I’m honored that you elect to receive my posts! but I’m sorry you’ve been flooded with old — extremely personal, I now see! — posts from a decade or so ago!

BIPOC and what it must be like for Black Americans and Indigenous people

Hello! This post continues to have many visitors every day. I’m not sure how you’ve found it, but I’m very curious. If you feel like it, please leave a comment about how you got here? Thank you!     —serenebabe

Listening to solid news coverage about the struggles of immigrants and refugees, I was struck today about how disheartening, depressing, and even traumatizing it might be for Black people (and, now that I’ve been thinking about it, for Indigenous people in the US) to have excellent passionate and committed activism and news coverage about the current issues facing immigrants and refugees. Even if Black and/or Indigenous people fully support the rights and causes of immigrants and refugees, I can’t help but wonder (and I suspect google would bear this out) if Black and Indigenous people might feel once again as if they don’t count or are invisible to the “allies.” Continue reading

still blog-floundering, what’s up with me lately

My friend Paula says we should just blog our hearts out (my paraphrasing, with great liberties). I used to write lots and lots and post it on here. But, that was before the days of “everyone has facebook.” I’m still not sure what I want to do here, though I know I want to lean less on facebook. Continue reading

being away from Facebook

even just a little bit, cutting back on the number of times I just check, being “away” from Facebook has changed how I feel about it. I knew I didn’t like the way Facebook has crept into every facet of our lives (so many of us, though I do have friends who “don’t do Facebook,” they do exist!). but now, when I “go back to Facebook,” it feels like noise. mostly that’s because Facebook has forced all kinds of garbage onto what I see, but it’s also a product of our chaotic time.

the lesson here for me is to continue the slow weaning process I’ve started.

I’m going to post more freely here, not worrying about whether or not what I write is “share-worthy.” moving away from Facebook seems almost radical at this point, so I’ll keep inching along the road where it’s easier to breathe.