I confess I feel like a real Pollyanna being surprised by this, but a SUNY New Paltz professor’s avuncular dogwhistling honestly shocked me more than anything else in the news this week.
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I was surprised at how much a few minutes of training affected me. Walking out of the event into the cool evening air, with a few dozen of my neighbors who had all been newly empowered to save a life in a crisis, I felt an unexpected rush of optimism. It’s not much, having a plastic baggie of naloxone to keep in the glove compartment in case of emergency, but it made me feel like part of the solution, not just a helpless, hand-wringing spectator.
Folks who are using our local swimming holes, like Big Deep and Little Deep, have got to stop trashing the places.
Truth be told, as this administration slides deeper and deeper into wanton cruelty, I long for incivility. I yearn for it. I am filled with intemperate rage.
An argument in favor of retaining the Woodstock Library District from Caroline Jerome, library trustee.
An argument in favor of dissolving the Woodstock Library District from John Ludwig.
Thoughts on the lack of maternity wards in rural areas and the effects of separating migrant children from their families.
Pride Month kicked off with the Supreme Court ruling in favor of a baker who refused to bake a cake for a same-sex wedding. Much is being made in the discussion around this ruling of how narrow it is. To my LGBTQ friends and family, it’s a frightening decision anyway. For those who fear that their basic humanity is conditional, and might be revoked at any moment, Masterpiece looks like a foot in the door. Today, it’s a cake. Tomorrow, it might be a lunch counter.
Those who knew the late Woodstocker share their memories.
The voice of the small and frail is a mighty thing. And it is astonishing how ferocious even the tiniest combatants can be, when they decide not to surrender.