I'm a kinda-suburban, chubby, white, brunette, widowed mom of teens, special services school-bus driver, word nerd, grammar geek, gamer girl, liberal snowflake social justice bard, and proud of it.
Late to the Party
Author's note: this story is one created by my late husband, Laston Kirkland. I've gone through and done some light editing - he liked ellipses almost as much as Diet Coke - but the core of it is his. He wrote it well before digital fashion became a thing.
The Wrong Analogy
I think we've made a mistake in trying to talk with anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers. We've been saying things like, "You wear a seatbelt for safety, don't you? Then wear a mask."
Does it Hurt Your Brain?
Cross-posted on my personal blog at Out of the Mouths of Gamers Babes. It hurts mine, when I observe the cognitive dissonance - my own or someone else's - in action.
Your home is where you hang your hat, Or so it's often said, But when I'm home I'd rather hang, With my kids instead. We live alone here now, you see,
It's About the Kids
I don't have a commercial driver's license (CDL), I can't drive an actual bus, and I often transport my students in a white van (don't worry; it has windows and I don't offer them candy!) or an older Ford sedan (that used to be a drivers' education vehicle before that service left the schools and went private).
Overwhelmed is a good word to describe it. So are exhausted, angry, disgusted, disappointed, and just plain incredulous. All of these are part of the reason for being overwhelmed, to be honest.
Cold as Ice
Although Jery'la had thought that Kura'hy was in the Depths with the cetaceans, they were wrong. Kura'hy was interacting with a species in a much shallower Depth, because they had discovered that the cetaceans were not the other sentient species - aside from humans - on this planet. The sentient species were humans... and one that most of the humans thought was a myth.
Green for Go
Jery'la watched the... "lights" the humans called them. At least they did in the language of the region in which they found themself. When one of the lights changed to green - and the light itself was not green as Jery'la understood it, but a piece of colored silicate over a white light - they were to go, to pilot the machine forward. Or to perambulate at first, as Jery'la was doing; they did not have access to a machine for piloting, and would need to learn how in any case.