Today is Christmas Eve and the first day of Hanukkah. Around the country, many people are celebrating with their families and exercising their right to perform their religious ceremonies in comfort and dignity.
Meanwhile, I’m learning how to make armbands.
You see, I live in Montana. The same Montana where neo-Nazis have vowed to hold an armed march against Jewish people and stores in the town of Whitefish. They will be carrying armed rifles. I will not. Instead, I want to carry a symbol. An idea. A reminder.
So tonight I’m learning to make armbands. Black armbands with a gold star in the middle. And I will wear one openly on the day those Nazis march into Whitefish. I will stand in that street and I will remind them– and the world– why this is not okay. I will remind them why our First Amendment proudly declares that we are free to practice any religion we choose– without fear. Without discrimination. Without armbands or Nazis or hatred. I will remind them why our fathers and grandfathers fought and died against the terrors of oppression that carried rifles and wore swastikas. I will not be afraid.
This is an open call for aide. I am not asking you to stand with me and my husband in Whitefish when they march next month. But I need help reminding the world why this fight is important. A gold star on a black background. An armband for each person that chooses to face the swastikas and assault rifles. A symbol. A reminder.
Help us. Make one, two, a thousand–whatever you can– and send them to those who are willing to stand against an evil that should have been stamped out 70 years ago. Let them hear us.
Good people far outnumber evil in the world. We are here. We see and hear you.
And we will not stand for this.
This is the current blurb for “PROJECT WHITEFISH” on the Neo-Nazi site, Dailystormer.com
Author’s Note: This is not my story, but the woman that reached out to me wishes to help break the stereotype around her ectopic pregnancy and subsequent termination of the fetus while remaining anonymous. She and I both hope that sharing this will mean that others will not be so afraid to seek help and comfort for their own stories. Also, for those who would judge her for this– you have no choice but to direct your hate and anger at me. I am happy to do this for her.
Take care. I love you all. -T
Today I found out I was pregnant.
It wasn’t the happy, pee-on-a-stick-and-wait-impatiently-for-that-blue-line-to-appear type of discovery. It wasn’t the nervously-surprise-your-husband-then-burst-into-happy-tears sort of day.
It was a I’ve-been-bleeding-for-three-weeks-and-went-to-the-doctor type of pregnancy.
For the record, those aren’t the good kind. Continue reading
Well, friends. This is your absolute last chance to pre-order The Last Faoii and get a signed copy. I am so incredibly grateful to all those that have supported me thus far– this book would have never become a real thing without your help. I am humbled and honored to be your friend.
There’s some information below if you don’t already know everything there is to know about Faoii. On top of that, there are excerpts, chapters, reviews, a trailer and your chance to order a SIGNED copy at inkshares.com/books/the-last-faoii.
Please share this information one more time. This is the end of the campaign, and I am so amazed by how far we’ve come. But why not go out with a bang? One final cry of victory before we step off the field.
Shields up. I love you all.
As I look through my wordpress feed, my facebook feed, my twitter feed, and basically any other place where people feel safe to speak freely– I realize that there are others out there who can say what I’m about to try to say much more eloquently than I can.
But, there are also a lot of people out there who write like they licked a light socket covered with lead paint, so I figured I’d give it a go. Continue reading
Author’s note: Sometimes I need a reminder that I am indestructible. I figure that if I need it, others might need it too. So here’s a re-post. Obviously I wrote it when I was still teaching teenagers, but that makes it no less powerful. Whatever you’re going through– head up. You have not come so far to fail now.
I am invincible. I have stood on mountains of my own making, built and scaled in the name of what I could be. What I am. I have lived lives you would not dream of, screamed in the face of whatever reality has tried to lower me to standards that are less than worthy, and defeated foes that tried so desperately to crush me in a million ways. I have stomped down on anything that was beneath me and made myself greater than what was expected. I am the rock that withstands fires, the tree that withstands floods, and the soul that withstands whatever baseless and basic slings that you would throw at me. I have overcome every obstacle, screamed in defiance against every turmoil, and I have succeeded. I am more than whatever you see in me. I am a rage and fire that you cannot even sense, hidden behind something that is so much more than what you perceive. I am greatness. Continue reading