by Renée Silvus
Yamas, ethical regulation of relationships “Well, figure it out.” The order landed hard—it was like my belly couldn’t breathe. I was a 24-year-old fledgling teacher in a California high school. Imagine rows of classrooms holding 3000 kids separated by concrete and...
by Renée Silvus
Bridgerton, LOTR, Mockingbird, and You About halfway through this season of Bridgerton, it began to collide with American ICE agents in combat gear, warships near Iran, and the daily jaw-drop with the White House. I went through the brocade-candied Bridgerton door for...
by Renée Silvus
I’d like to address the angry criticism of Democrats in Congress for not standing to applaud and honor well-deserving folks during the SOTUA. As someone who freezes when stressed and uncertain, I thought, “I get it—that would be me.” Because I would have felt...
by Renée Silvus
When I was 23, I loaded my new VW Fox with books, a stereo, and a few clothes. My parents insisted on a CB radio for my long drive from Ohio to Southern California. If they only knew what real dangers lie ahead. I was just a country girl on my way to teach inner-city...
by Renée Silvus
Ahimsa—mitigate harm and animosity I’m wondering how much we’re generally in a stew of actual, emerging, or possible harm. And how much of it is unconscious. Another writer on Substack posted on 5 (offensive) things white people should stop saying right now. I think...
