Susan Raffo

Place matters. All action is local, even when it is sent through the internet to be a national or global initiative. It's local b...

This is not a trigger warning, but it is an invitation that you pay attention to yourself. I am going to talk about the violence th...

Because I am restarting this blog to talk about healing justice, I am starting with some fundamental pieces that feel, for me, like ...

As you can tell by looking after this post, I am restarting this blog. I want a place to reflect on the lens of healing justice, on liberati...

Because so many of you read the first letter , I am including this response to the conversation about the letter that took place on the e-d...

Gary, First, you might not know it, but this is a love letter, a letter of hope in the way that hope lives in the places where we hold ...

In 1944, FDR spoke about the meaning of security for "post war" America.  As part of that speech and in response to the growi...

I have drunk the kool-aid. Or rather, I have drunk the swamp goo. This is the second year in a row that my lovely squash plants have begun ...

I know, it's been four months since I last blogged. I am an incredibly part-time blogger. I am, however, pausing here to add a post abou...

Twice this week - once on the radio and once in a magazine article - I've heard people refer to "Caucasian" as a race. Please ...

This morning, walking down Lake Street towards the bus stop, I was reminded by how subjective the experience of "exotic" is. There...

I told you I was an inconsistent blogger. Here it's been a timespan again since last writing - and so much has happened, too. I could ha...

It's Valentine's Day and my love is far from me. (Guitar music picks up, something "olde english," like Greensleeves only ...

Here's the other thing that happened upon getting back: I had four different phone and email messages from friends telling me they misse...

Thanks to the wonders of the red eye flight, I am back in Minneapolis, staring blearily at my first television in two and a half weeks: the ...

I'm here in Berkeley, California and it's raining. Not thunderstorm-raining but that all day damp drizzle that reminds me of England...

I find this awesome and fascinating. The first traditional Islamic University has opened in Minneapolis - traditional meaning how Islam is t...

Yesterday morning, en route to my class, I stopped at the Whole Foods to stock up on goodies. As I left the building, I noticed this man sta...

The alarm went off at 7am and I reached for it, bleary and still asleep but also realizing that if I were home with Luca, I'd be up alre...

I'm sitting in my room, looking outside at a redwood tree. Perched on top of a mountain, there is a tumble of houses below me, interming...