Tag: Violence

No Title, No Rhyme, No Reason – Just a Ramble

~ Lenore Diane ~ 24 Comments

I am in a state of flux. Wait a second; I’m not known for my vast verbal knowledge. However, I am known to use words inappropriately. Let me make certain ‘flux’ is the right word.

Wow. My apologies, Readers. According to Merriam-Webster, the noun form of the word flux means, “a flowing of fluid from the body: as (a) diarrhea (b) dysentery.” Trust me when I say, I am not in a state of having fluid flow from my body. Moreover, I had no intention of starting off my post this way.

Keep in mind, there are 6 separate definitions for the word flux. The fourth definition is as follows: “(a): influx (b): change, fluctuation <in a state of flux>.” I believe the fourth meaning is what I am after when I say, “I am in a state of flux.” My intention is to let you know that things are moving quickly in my world. Change is taking place, and I am having a hard time finding footing in the shifting sand. Wheels are turning … many different wheels.

Note to self: Don’t try to impress with big words (or little words as it were) and fancy phrases, just say what you mean and mean what you say. Continue reading “No Title, No Rhyme, No Reason – Just a Ramble” →

Interrupted with hope

~ Lenore Diane ~ 23 Comments

UPDATE: Tonight, February 14th, Frontline (on your local PBS station) is airing a special about ‘The Interrupters’. I hope you’ll watch it or record it to watch later.

One night, while driving in my car, I tuned into National Public Radio’s Fresh Air. Terry Gross was interviewing Steve James and Ameena Matthews about the documentary film titled “The Interrupters”.

Directed and photographed by Steve James, and produced by Alex Kotlowitz and Steve James, “the documentary tells the moving and surprising story of three dedicated individuals who try to protect their Chicago communities from the violence they themselves once employed. These “violence interrupters” (their job title) – who have credibility on the street because of their own personal histories – intervene in conflicts before the incidents explode into violence. Their work and their insights are informed by their own journeys, which, as each of them point out, defy easy characterization.” [The Interrupters’ Press Kit.]

Though I heard this particular radio program days ago, the story is in my heart and on my mind. Continue reading “Interrupted with hope” →