The Overwhelming Necessity of a Cultural Exhale

The Overwhelming Necessity of a Cultural Exhale

I remember my grandmother telling me when she was young they thought it would be possible for the world to move from a 5 day work week to a 4 day work week.

Turns out, her memory was bang on. John Maynard Keynes wrote the article Economic Possibilities for our Grandchildren in 1930. This is a fascinating article to read for many reasons. Not least of which is his clear eyed assessment of the source of Britain’s wealth and his vision to return to the most “certain principles” of traditional virtue: when “avarice is a vice, and the exaction of usury is a misdemeanour [sic], and the love of money is detestable.”

All of that aside, his main argument was that technological improvements and the accumulation of capital have “solved the economic problem… [mankind’s] traditional purpose.”* Within 100 years, Keynes surmised there could be a 15 hour work week or 3 hours shifts to do the necessary work, to “use the new-found bounty of nature differently from the way in which the rich use it to-day.” Keynes found the current rich avant garde leisure class “very depressing” in their “achievements… in any quarter of the world.”

Ah, sigh.

100 years gone and still depressing.

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Letter to My Children: The Overflowing Privilege Bucket, Land Ownership, and Uncommodification

Letter to My Children: The Overflowing Privilege Bucket, Land Ownership, and Uncommodification

Dearest Beloveds,

Courtesy of cleaning chores Bean does weekly at school she now notices areas where cleaning can happen in our house (hooray the invisible/implicit becoming visible/explicit!). In addition to organizing her own room, the family has received her good energy wiping out crumb filled drawers, polishing copper pots, and sweeping pet hair off stairs.

One recent winter dark Saturday evening, your father and I sat and read on the couch by the fire.

Full of energy post dessert brownies, Bean decided she wanted to polish silver.

Dragon piped up, “I want to polish too!”

“There is plenty for both of you, just put on an apron to protect your clothing.”

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Letter to my Children: Integrity, Lying, and Dignity

Letter to my Children: Integrity, Lying, and Dignity

Dearest Beloved Children, 

We are at the end of 2025 and our world is having a nervous breakdown. There is really no other to describe what is happening. 

I don’t need to list the reasons why people are overwhelmed. I want to talk about integrity because it is an integral component in your mother’s toolbox against these winds of accelerated chaos.

Integrity.

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Letter to My Children: Whitey On the Moon

Letter to My Children: Whitey On the Moon

Dearest Beloveds,

I almost guarantee this poem is not one you might encounter in your academic career. If not, I salute your teacher. If so, well, you chose to come down and join this family with me as your Momma, so you’re welcome - you get to read it twice. (I can feel the future adolescent eye rolls.)

Courtesy of The Emerald’s June 23 2020 podcast entitled Space Hex: The Curse of Restlessness in Worldviews of Perpetual Escape, I have been exposed to Gil Scott-Heron's "Whitey on the Moon" released in 1970. Here is the full text (and you can hear Scott-Heron performing it below*:

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
With whitey on the moon
Her face and arms began to swell
And whitey's on the moon
I can't pay no doctor bills
But whitey's on the moon
Ten years from now I'll be paying still
While whitey's on the moon

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Chemo brain vs Menopause

Chemo brain vs Menopause

I walked into the bathroom for a reason. And that reason was a good reason. I was organizing my pills in the kitchen, did I come in here for a new bottle of something? Which bottle would that be?

I walk back to the kitchen and delve back into pill sorting, allocating, counting... Oh yes! I need more AlgaeCal Plus* - back I go.

As I walk I say the name of the supplement in my head. AlgaeCal Plus. AlgaeCal Plus. AlgaeCal Plus.

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A Primal Scream for LIFE

A Primal Scream for LIFE

Over the years I have noticed (in hindsight) several self-talk vortexes telling me I am in a depressive chasm. These refrains echo from the Cranky Monster part of me.

Corinna, you have read all of the books. There is no more to read. Creativity is dead. Everything is a variation on Twilight.

OR

Corinna, you have no friends, no one cares about you.

OR

Corinna, how much money has the medical industrial complex poured into keeping you on this planet - in this body at this time? You better be doing something earth shattering to justify that allotment of resources and energy - saved the world yet?

Eventually, I get my head out of my ass.

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My Year of Barbie Boobs

My Year of Barbie Boobs

Last year at this time I wrote an email to close friends sharing with them that I was going to have new breasts for my birthday.

That happened.

3 months later drains were pulled, bruising settled, incision puffiness calmed, right side hematoma had been sorted, and I could grasp what living with these bags of saline would entail.

Not for me.

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Homesteading Middles: Winter Prep Drenched in Autumn Color

Homesteading Middles: Winter Prep Drenched in Autumn Color

“And so now each fall I begin my class in a garden, where they have the best teachers I know, three beautiful sisters. For a whole September afternoon they sit with the Three Sisters… One of my students in an artist, and the more she looks the more excited she becomes. “Look at the composition,” she says. “It’s just like our art teacher described…”

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Our Myopia of Gaia's Invisible Labor

Our Myopia of Gaia's Invisible Labor

Strewn on the concrete floor of the mudroom are summertime hats. A variety of baseball hats, wide brimmed floppy sun hats, Polly Hill Arboretum monogrammed bucket hats, disintegrating straw sun hats, my husband’s sturdy sun hat purchased at a cricket match, the visor from my childhood with my name emblazoned on it, the yellow rainproof fishing hat from my parents, and several neck gaitors from our visit to the tropics. 

I wiped the drawer with a damp rag. Then I turned to the closet and dumped out all of the wintertime hats onto the floor.

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Letter to my Children: Apple Pie, Fart Jokes, and Personalized Stationary

Letter to my Children: Apple Pie, Fart Jokes, and Personalized Stationary

Dearest Beloveds,

We are right around the 40 day mark for your new school. The beautiful 40 day mark where new habits form, transformation occurs, and possibilities beckon. I am pleased to note that the 40 day mark on your ends has been demarcated by two key things in life: apple pie and a really good fart joke.

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A Letter to My Children: Need vs Want

A Letter to My Children: Need vs Want

Dearest Beloveds,

Courtesy of my obsessive listening to The Emerald Podcast while you two were at camp I have been exposed to this 2013 quote from James Gustav Speth (Gus), co-founder of the National Resources Defense Council, twice in the past few weeks.

I used to think that top environmental problems were biodiversity loss, ecosystem collapse and climate change. I thought that thirty years of good science could address these problems. I was wrong. The top environmental problems are selfishness, greed and apathy, and to deal with these we need a cultural and spiritual transformation. And we scientists don’t know how to do that.

Speth leads me directly into why I can’t sleep the nights after our new car arrives.

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