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The Realm of Possibility

August 28, today, in 1963, 53 years ago, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke to our nation and to the world: “Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children! It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.”

Dr. King addressed our one United Public in his historic speech, “I Have a Dream“: “We refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

“We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.

“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom from drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.”

Dr. King’s dream is alive in all of us. This is the story of humanity!

Now is the time. Now, today, this moment is alive, is with us, because we love.


Have we forgotten? It’s so EASY TO LOVE. Let go and feel it, because it’s all there is that’s real.

Loving takes less energy than not loving does. And through each of us loving we’re collectively keeping alive our infinite wholeness. This amazing grace.

Easy and infinite, that’s love! It’s up to us to always choose it, always emphatically, always powerfully Now, in this moment, here, within.

As long as we search for Now, we will never find it. We will stumble upon the collective, the infinity, the perfect circle of Now as soon as we let go and give up our egos to the whole.

Humans, I beg of us: What if we could be different? What if we could all get better? (And better, and better, and better, and better . . . ?)

This is a vision for the future in which we’re all truly alive. Let’s envision living in a world where we communicate creatively with each other, and always intentionally. Forever like children in our pure curiosity; our giving and sharing; our laughter; our unconditional love for nature.

It’s possible! It’s the singularity, and we’re almost there.

P.S. We don’t have to be afraid. It’s turtles all the way down!

In Our Hands

After the #IFLApubLibraries as Publishers” conference, August 10-12 at the University of Michigan Library, I trust now and must share (here I’m writing to the public, to our one United Public) that together we can and will save the world through collaboration, education, motivation, and empathy.

Through love. (I mean it.)

It means valuing inclusion, creativity, communication, quality, and the spirit of art, innovation, and open access everywhere, all the time, beginning sustainably in higher education, for it is our responsibility at our nation’s leading institutions to nurture the cultural, social, and intellectual well-being of our communities (local to global) and step up to say this matters.

If all the power I have in this moment is the power of words, then I will raise my voice from here on out to advocate for these values in the world and support my fellow humans with a new mantra: learning is life. It’s time to live it.

If this sounds good (say, if you support the mission of the University of Michigan or The Malala Fund), join in this pivotal movement toward a national ask for funded art programs and “making labs” across the country, open access education, and a collective vision of global literacy and intentional communication in the Information Age.

The world needs good, smart, innovative people at the forefront of our society, both on and off the internet. That means safety in our communities, both on and off the internet.

That means the grit of love and feminism must persist.

Call this protest! Call it performance art! It is the crux of my personal and professional mission moving forward. How remarkable to be living at this revolutionary time.

I’ve never felt more inspired to remember I’m a Wolverine. Now is a preciously serendipitous moment to work with students, teachers, artists, librarians, and researchers in publishing at the University of Michigan and beyond. And it’s time to pay it forward.

We must share with intention, sans ego, from now on. (We can, yes. We must.)

This is in our hands. The whole of it.

Together we will make the future. And we will make it better.

Change the World

Epiphany after epiphany, last week I learned what the intangible is worth in the real world. It’s astounding, it’ll surprise you, and it ought not to be taken lightly.

As a poet, I find that spiritually refreshing, because for a moment I almost thought we were all ready to agree that it’s okay to do nothing. And that’s offensively un-human.

I’ll have a lot more to say on social media from now on because now I know real life recedes into Idiocracy when you don’t raise your voice intentionally on the internet and on the Earth.

I won’t let that happen. We’re not going to let that happen.

Even if all I have are words and love, it’s enough. That’s enough to educate. I trust that’s all it takes to change the world.

We’re here, looking around, as if we’re waiting for orders. It’s time to look in the mirror.

This is our responsibility. All life is learning. You can leave your fear at the door because you won’t need it where we’re going.

We can do this, humans!

How It Begins

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

(What better place to begin an epic?)

I’m here, starting my sixth year out of college, age twenty-seven, one woman, interdependent, nearly invisible, exiled home, alive or dead, somewhere somewhen, at work in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in the year twenty-sixteen, the year of our lord, no.

I like writing for fun. I work full-time at the intersection of scholarly and library publishing and pedagogy at one the top public research institutions in the country. And this is the first I’ve written in some time. I’m on a lunch break as I write this. It’s two-thirty-two p.m.

This is the first time in my life I’ve felt I must take a stand and raise my voice because it is my obligation to this planet.

(It’s funny all the ways the personal and the professional converge eventually. How everything that rises . . . keeps rising.)

What I mean is there’s no affording hating yourself or dismissing others or cursing the universe. It’s time to love. And it’s so easy. All you do is be. Be, and give thanks.

(I’m talking to you, and I’m talking to myself.)

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. That’s how you know it’s right.

Communicating with intention, with meaning. As if it can be done. As if we can progress as one toward a collective reality aligned with our wildest dreams.

It’s as if an image that had been distorted for millennia pieced itself together in the span of seventy-two hours, and I feel transcendent, perched on top of time.

The puzzle picture’s lit with big synergy. We’re coming together now. We’re coming.