Facing Domestic Violence

Facing Domestic Violence

There are images burned indelibly into my memory.

They elbow their way into consciousness at unsuspecting moments. They grip memory by the throat, throttling it until memory turns purple, until hazy black dots swim in front of its eyes and a scream tries to force its way out of the pit of my stomach, only to remain lodged there like a white-hot rock that won’t go down and cannot come up.

They are images of violence.  Click Here to Read More

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SENSELESS

Jeffrey Phelps / Associated Press / August 5, 2012 

I am not writing today to "make sense" of anything that happened at the Sikh Temple in Wisconsin.  There are far too many people who are rushing to "make sense" of that event and every other one like it.

I happen to distrust most of those individuals . . . not because I dislike them or oppose them but simply because I distrust this fetish we in the West have developed for "making sense" of everything that happens immediately after it happens.

SITTING IN SILENCE
Job's friends were wise enough to sit in silence for seven days with Job after he lost everything.  And in the end they still didn't get the analysis right.