gratitude-a-thon day 2070: Dr. Christine Blasey Ford

Dr. Christine Blasey Ford And Supreme Court Nominee Brett Kavanaugh Testify To Senate Judiciary Committee

He said. She said.

“i’m 100% sure it was him.”


Yesterday, like so many in the country (even my dog, who was bizarrely staring at the television) I watched the hearings. For me, Dr. Blasey Ford was immediately credible, human, relatable, kind and terrified. Unless she is severely mentally ill, I believe she is telling the truth and that Brett Kavanaugh assaulted her. She spoke his name back in 2012 to a therapist, Does the Republican party really think that this is another vast left-wing conspiracy that’s been in the planning for decades before Kavanaugh was even considered for the position of Supreme Court Judge? Really?

As for Brett Kavanaugh, his anger and tearing up got to me. If I didn’t do what I was accused of doing, I too would be angry and emotional. If my life and name and family were threatened and marred forever, I would also be angry as hell.

But, beer. (I’m sorry, but like Senator Amy Klobuchar, I too had an alcoholic dad and know a lot about this topic and this guy seems like he may very well may be a functional alcoholic.)

And temperament. (Is this a measured personality who can be trusted to be an unbiased judge?)

And partisanship (Unquestionably this man has a major bias against the Democratic party.)

There is no questions that this case should go the FBI to be thoroughly investigated.   When things are so murky, and the relationship between the Democrats and Republicans is so insanely divisive and ugly, why not do further digging? WHY NOT? This is a lifetime appointment to the most important court in the country, a court that will decide the fate of Roe V Wade. Can we not wait a few weeks or months to let the FBI do its thing?

And if not, why?


If there is a shadow of a doubt about this appointment, why not move on to the next candidate? And there is more than a shadow of a doubt. You know why. Can you say “mid-terms?” This is a political battle and nothing more.

Gratitude to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. She came forward because she believed it to be a civic duty. Her life will never be the same. She is a victim and a survivor. And she is a patriotic citizen. And I believe her.



gratitude-a-thon day 1031: that light at the end of the tunnel–turns out it’s the truth

light at the end of the tunnel
Hey look, there’s the truth!

Here is the thing. Truth.

I saw an Instagram post by awesomeness herself, Elizabeth Gilbert announcing that she’d be teaching one section of a course that Martha Beck was having. I thought for approximately two point nine seconds before deciding to take it. After all, what did I have to lose? Why not see what an online course was like? What else am I doing on Tuesdays from 1-2:30 that I can’t do on Wednesdays from 1-2:30?

Well. Well, well, well. What a fucking thing. The course is offered in three sections. The first being called “Truth.” Now, I am a pretty truthful, warts-here-for-your-viewing- pleasure-tell-it-like-it-is kind of girl, but what I learned from this five week dive, is that the more truthful you are, the better your writing will connect to someone.
There are a whole bunch of ways to get to the truth. Ways I didn’t even know about.

It’s not like I haven’t experienced this right here on this blog. It’s not like when I teach advertising students, I don’t teach them about “the compelling emotional truth” and how that’s what you gotta have in an ad to make people connect. It’s not like I haven’t been doing this my whole life (Jesus, someone help me throw out those whiney, but truthful journals stashed upstairs in the third floor closet).

BUT, see Martha has secrets. I mean, they’re not like secrets she won’t tell. And she did, and this woman is brilliant, and skilled and experienced at driving a big-ass four wheel SUV through your pretense. She forced our hands to grab big chunks of our deepest selves. With “I never thought of it that way” examples that had me all like, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT,” and homework that was like having a few therapy sessions, she showed me new ways to get to the truth. This was the money shot for me–that there are like a bajillion avenues, blocked roads and tiny little paths that can lead you to find the real stuff that lives inside your most guarded areas, and if you can uncover those, and put them to paper (or computer screen), you’ve got something BIG, something that other people will read because it WILL BE TALKING TO THEM. Because they have all those protected places too, so they’ll understand. IT’S THE LANGUAGE OF TRUTH. And t’s like any language–you have to study it to learn it, you have to practice, and it takes real time to become fluent.

So, did I know all this before the class, yes. I knew the truth was the thing. I did. I knew that. BUT THIS IDEA THAT THERE ARE MANY WAY TO GET TO THE TRUTH, WHICH WILL TAKE YOU TO THE TRUTHIER TRUTH, THAT’S WHAT I LEARNED. 

No, no, no. Enter. The Do Not Enter places are exactly where a whole bunch of the real truth is hiding.

Also, I learned that people are amazingly resilient. And that many of them signed up for this course! An online community is an extraordinary thing. The kind of love that’s shown to people is palpable. I really can’t believe the tenderness you can feel for someone you have never met in person, and who only lives in Facebook photos and words. There is only one word for it and that is lovely.

Tomorrow is the Elizabeth Gilbert class, which is the whole reason I signed up for this class to start with. But she couldn’t be better than what I’ve experienced in these last four classes. All hail Martha Beck and all the LightWriters. Gratitude, guys. This was a big bowl of pasta with garlic, olive oil and a generous heaping of parmesan, bread and butter on the side, for me. In other words, heaven.


gratitude-a-thon day 847: Kamilah vs Harvard


Kamilah Willingham, a Harvard law school student told her story of being raped by one of her classmates in the great documentary The Hunting Ground, which I wrote about here. The hallowed halls of Harvard treated Kamilah as so many rape victims are treated–like the guilty party. Well, she’s back, and she’s quite literally throwing the book at HLS.

They don’t get to do this without me coming back swinging, ”
says Kamilah. Her book is called We Believe You.

This is the only real power we have–to tell the truth, even when people and institutions want to keep us quiet. Grateful for the reminder that we always have the choice to fight back by speaking up.  This is a brave girl, and I don’t just believe her, I believe in what she’s doing.