Archive - Red Letter

What Lies Ahead

There are a hundred things that you can do to change our political present and our collective future.

Jul 14, 2023 •

February 2023

The Miraculous Disaster of the Internet

I’ve been thinking about the internet. It opens the door to everything — social media to everyone. And in spite of it…because of it, we feel more…

Feb 8, 2023 •

December 2022

Good Chemicals in Bad Times

Recovery is not linear. I don’t want to assume what you’re recovering from, but we’re all recovering from something. In my case it’s a lifelong eating…

Dec 2, 2022 •

September 2022

The Time is Now

Why Revolution is Our Only Hope for Survival

Sep 6, 2022 •

November 2021

The Brave Little Tailors

I tore a hole in my dress yesterday. It started as a barely perceptible loosening of threads, but voile is delicate, and my shifting widened it into an…

Nov 6, 2021 •

My Leftist Headache

When I was about 9 I started getting severe migraines. The memory of the first few is so clear — the absolute baffling terror of unprecedented, bizarre…

Nov 4, 2021 •

October 2021

Sunlight and the Dark

Earlier today I was thinking about the marches of 2020. Somewhere around 20 million people marched that summer, and millions more around the world. You…

Oct 15, 2021 •

June 2021

Investment Advice for Young Revolutionaries

Late last week Kamala Harris announced that 12 companies and organizations will invest in Guatemala, Honduras, and El Salvador.

Jun 2, 2021 •

May 2021

Democratic Timidity & Repeated History

I don't know how to say it any more clearly — Democrats are not in a secure position. The transitory victory of the presidency becomes almost…

May 14, 2021 •

April 2021

Midnight at the Crossroads

As I carve out my own political work, I think about Bernie a lot. I imagine the idealistic, piercing and fierce young man he must have been. That…

Apr 12, 2021 •

March 2021

Displaced Rage and the Vote-O-Rama

I’ve been ranting about the relief bill to anyone who’ll listen, and earlier, as is often the case, my mom was the sounding board for my frustration…

Mar 6, 2021 •

December 2020

A Ghost Story of Christmas

The First of the Three Spirits Last night my mom and I sat cross-legged on the living room floor and sifted through a box of the past. For such a small…

Dec 25, 2020 •

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