It’s that time again– online registration for this year’s witchcamp is now officially open! Our community has been steadily growing over the past few years and we are hopeful that it will continue to do so. We are hosted at the gorgeous Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary, and space is limited; register soon to reserve your spot!
“Without ever pulling a trigger or raising a hand, you are part of these murders and assaults as long as you refuse to take a proactive stance against misogyny.”
I don’t know why Janese Talton-Jackson turned that man down. She might have had a bad week and just wanted some alone time with her drank and her head bob. Coulda been PMS-ing. Coulda been upset about an “it’s complicated”-ship or stuck on a new, cute co-worker. Maybe she just found the guy trying to holler unattractive or pushy or boring. Or she pulled a Brandy and recently swore off of dating.
It doesn’t matter.
If Janese turned him down because she didn’t like his eye color or the hang nail on his pinky–the right was hers. Her “no” was the bottom line. Or should have been.
Instead, Janese Talton-Jackson was followed as she exited the Cliff’s Bar in Pittsburgh, and shot to death. [Insert details about her being a mother of three, daughter and sister here] and then realize that even if none of that were the case, Janese still did not deserve to be murdered for turning down a man…
Since it snowed a bunch, and since I’ve had a whopper of a cold for the past week, I am spending the weekend in the house and on the couch, watching movies and reading books and coughing a lot. This means that I have time to give an actual update – fancy that!
The holidays were kind of rough for me, in ways that I didn’t anticipate. I really missed my mom, and my family, and cried at really unexpected times (I bawled my eyes out while watching Elf, for instance) and was just, in general, an introverted hermity mess. But I got through it. I allowed myself to feel all the crappy, real feelings at the squirmy, uncomfortably real level – it wasn’t easy, but I did it. (I will admit to cooking all day on Christmas day to have something to do while avoiding deep conversations.)
A moment of happiness with the hubby on Christmas Day