On January 7, 2026, Renée Good sat in her car on a Minneapolis street. She was an observer—a mother, a poet, a woman who showed up because she believed showing up mattered. Federal agents surrounded her vehicle. One told her to get out of the car. Another told her to drive away. Conflicting orders. Chaos by design or incompetence—it doesn't matter now. What matters is what she said. Facing the agent who would kill her seconds later, Renée Good looked at him and said, "That's fine, dude. I'm not mad at you." Then he shot her three times. After she was dead, still recording on his phone, he said, "Fucking bitch." I've watched that video more than once. I can't stop thinking about the distance between those two voices. Hers: calm, human, offering peace in a moment of terror. His: emptied of everything but contempt. How does a person get there? — I believe we all carry a core soul force—two elements braided together, and one of th...
🌪 The Spiritual Joy of Bad Disaster Movies You’d think disaster movies would be the last thing anyone would call “self-care.” Catastrophic storms, earthquakes splitting the earth, sharks in tornadoes (yes, Sharknado—we see you). And yet, in our house, a new B-rated disaster film is cause for giddy celebration. ⚠️ Note: Real-life disasters are heartbreaking and nothing about them is funny. What I’m sharing here is about the movies —the so-bad-they’re-fun kind, full of cheesy CGI, predictable plots, and over-the-top drama. It’s their very unreality that makes them safe and silly enough to enjoy. Why? Because the worse the special effects, acting, and script…the better the experience. 🎭 Bad Art, Big Fun We know we’re “supposed” to spurn bad art. But there’s something liberating about embracing it instead. In these films, the flaws are the fun: The hero who outruns lava in sneakers. The couple that kisses while the city crumbles. The CGI that look...