Starshine Roshell Sets the Record Straight
It’s been a minute since I wrote a column — for a couple of reasons.
Like many folks, I’ve been desperately trying to ferret out some Zen in this frustrating COVIDy world. You know, to find that healthy, elusive balance between “responsibly engaged” and “on the verge of a primal scream.”
Also, frankly, I was sick of my own voice. If our nation has learned anything lately, it’s that we need to make room in our media diets for more underrepresented points of view — and fewer ranting white women.
But then two ranting white women went and #^¢%ed up my Zen.