Terry Ann: Woman. Seed. Fertile Ground. Inspiration.

In the summer of 2018, I began working on a portrait and prose book project about womanhood. That summer I returned to my hometowns Gary and Milwaukee and asked friends, family and old connections to pose and share some words about their womanhood experiences. When I began sketching out the project my mom was notContinueContinue reading “Terry Ann: Woman. Seed. Fertile Ground. Inspiration.”

Pamela Turner: Two for the Carnage of One

Do this in remembrance of me. It’s psychological warfare physical murder spiritual bondage. Our sanity means nothing to the intentionally persistent   assassins of our humanity. Our humanness has no value in the   confrontation of violent entitlement& and moral disregard that assumes  murder of “others” is the white person’s right – a privilege  awarded toContinueContinue reading “Pamela Turner: Two for the Carnage of One”

A Message of Remembrance on Passover

Dear Colleagues, As we look ahead to the beginning of Passover, I want to share a bit of JDC history. Tomorrow – the eve of Passover – is the seventy-sixth anniversary of the beginning of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising.  In 1943, April 19 was the night of the first seder, just as it is thisContinueContinue reading “A Message of Remembrance on Passover”

No hero is coming to save me.

My whole life has been marked by stories of heroes with superhuman powers. I grew up with Christopher Reeves’ Superman and Margot Kidder’s Lois Lane. A line that has walked with me throughout my life was delievered by Lois after Superman caught her after a fall from a skyscraper, “You’ve got me, but who’s got you?” Every time I meditate on this line, the same thought comes to me: “You may have saved me but who’s gonna save you?”

All Is Meaningless (ACAD: Ecclesiastes 11)

Just as you do not know how the breath comes to the bones in the mother’s womb, so you do not know the work of God, who makes everything. In the morning sow your seed, and at evening do not let your hands be idle; for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good.

All Is Meaningless (ACAD: Ecclesiastes 9)

The living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing; they have no more reward, and even the memory of them is lost. Their love and their hate and their envy have already perished; never again will they have any share in all that happens under the sun. Go, eat your bread with enjoyment, and drink your wine with a merry heart; for God has long ago approved what you do.