NASA’s Hubble telescope captured two galaxies in one epic photo / Selina Cheng / Quartz

Since it left Earth on April 24, 1990, the Hubble telescope has delivered again and again stunning snapshots of the vast universe around us, and kept us in awe of the marvels of space. To mark the 27th anniversary of the telescope’s launch, NASA has released this epic image of two galaxies captured in one…

via NASA’s Hubble telescope captured two galaxies in one epic photo — Quartz

7 Things That Will Help You Survive The Trump Era / Feminine Collective / John Michael Antonio

My latest piece on Feminine . The opening paragraphs read like this :

As I am writing this, we are, as a nation, now well entrenched in the national nightmare and international embarrassment otherwise known as the presidency of Donald Trump.

Soon after his election, I began writing down daily reminders of specific actions that I can do to help myself psychologically, spiritually and politically survive this most contentious of moments in American history. Out of these desperate scribblings, I have fashioned seven things that, I believe, will help me actively achieve these goals. I share them here with the reader with the hope that other like minded individuals will be encouraged and energized by practicing them as well.

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On What Would Have Been My Mother’s 90th Birthday

My mother


On what would have been my mother’s 90th birthday, I repost my tribute to her that I wrote last year for the website . Her love and courage continue to inspire me every single day of my life. The essay in its entirety is below along with the original link.

Why I am a Feminist (and other men should be too) by John Michael Antonio


It was wintertime 1974 in Cincinnati, Ohio and I was 11 years old, holding my mom’s trembling hand as we were walking up and down the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Tears were in her eyes, born out of a fear of how she was going to feed her two youngest sons – namely me and my brother Brian, who was three years older than me.

The situation was this – my mom and dad were recently divorced, and it was a bitter and violent split. Exacting revenge on my mom, my dad refused to pay child support and even worse, refused to even buy us groceries, in spite of my mom’s pleading. He was doing this because he knew it would be a punishing strike at my Mom and what she cared about most—her children. Frantic and worried, my mom pulled herself together, told me to get dressed and took me with her out into the streets.

I didn’t realize it at the time but what she was doing was conducting an impromptu job search. As we traversed the landscape of small businesses, bars, and convenient stores, sensing her panic, I found myself crying and trying to comfort her the best I could, by squeezing her hand and saying to her over and over again that everything was going to be alright. She responded, in her own motherly way, by squeezing my hand back, smiling as best she could and having us continue on her job sojourn. Thankfully about a mile from our house, I finally spotted a “Help Wanted” sign at one of the neighborhood bakeries. My mom took down the information and hurried us back home. She went to see the owner of the bakery the next day and got a job as a clerk/baker’s assistant. As fate would have it, she worked there for almost 22 years. Though money stayed tight throughout those years, her ability to secure that job was a life-changing event for her and us.

Having birthed six children, of which I was the youngest, it was her first job outside the home since her days working at a factory during WWII. My dad would later settle the child support issue in his favor through his connections within the Hamilton County court system. He was a Deputy Sheriff and friends with the judge who eventually heard the case. The judge set the amount per week that my dad had to pay the obscenely low amount of $17.50 per child for my brother and me. My mom took it all in stride and, in the ensuing years, with that $35.00 a week and the money from her bakery job, she raised both my brother and me.

What the whole ordeal taught me was this—in this patriarchal society, by and large, it is men who hold the power, and it is men who choose whether or not to wield that power for good or evil. My dad’s and the court system’s despicable actions toward my mom and her two boys was an example of evil. I truly believe that this abuse of power and other similar abuses of power are used against women in countless ways every day.

Recognizing that the word “feminism” means different things to different people, the cause of feminism, to me, has always been about fighting back against this egregious behavior and the way of thinking and spirit that comes along with it. It means proclaiming loud and clear, that it is unacceptable to mistreat women in this manner. The feminist cause is as simple as that.

That being said, as a man, I will never pretend to know what it is like to be a woman in this world. I can never even pretend to know what it is like to navigate the societal obstacles constantly placed in front of females specifically designed to hinder their advancement. As a man, I know I will never be discounted intellectually or paid less just because of my gender, like so many women are all around the world at this very moment. As a man, I will never be whistled at or endlessly harassed and harangued simply because I happen to walk by or share the same office space with a member of the opposite sex. And to go along with that, I know that as a man, I will never be sexually assaulted and then have to hear that I was asking for it or that it was my fault because of the way I was dressed or because of something I did. Finally, I will never be told, as a man, that what I choose to do or not do with my body is not up to me or will I ever have to endure the same subject being endless fodder and controversy for politicians and religious leaders. As a man, I will never experience any of these travesties. That being said, I will forever maintain, that this doesn’t preclude me from standing up for women’s rights. I stand up for women’s rights, like I think all men should because it is simply the right thing to do.

It has been said by more than one writer that courage is not the absence of fear but the willingness to act in spite of it. Witnessing my mom’s actions on that late winter afternoon, I saw the personification of pure, raw courage in action. It is that courage that I try to emulate, in my own small way, every time I take a personal, political or economic stand for every mother, sister, daughter and female in the name of their basic rights and liberties that they should be afforded as their birthright.

I have often been asked by my male friends, sometimes in a derisive manner, how I can be a man and still call myself a feminist. My answer to them is always this— knowing what I know and what I have seen about the hostility and discrimination directed toward the female gender, I don’t know how I could, with clear conscience, be anything but a feminist.

And further, I don’t know how any man who professes love for the females in his life, and witnesses how this society tries to constantly denigrate and subjugate them, they could not be one either.



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Millennials and baby boomers are taught to hate each other—but they need each other to survive / Michael S. North / Quartz

Recently I argued that generations are more divided than ever in the United States. This is evidenced in no small part by the recent election, in which younger voters overwhelmingly favored Hillary Clinton, whereas older voters favored US president Donald Trump. This political dissonance has coincided with an economic one: A comparably well-off older generation…

via Millennials and baby boomers are taught to hate each other—but they need each other to survive — Quartz

If It Brings You Joy, It’s Not “Wasting Time” – Leslie Ralph /

Doing What Brings You Joy Is Not “Wasting Time”

Wonderful post from writer Leslie Ralph from that is especially relevant for all of us creative types.

My favorite lines : 

“Living with joy doesn’t hurt anything. It doesn’t diminish your drive or ambition. It doesn’t make you less intelligent. And it sure doesn’t make you any less


Living with joy makes you free, and that freedom reminds of everything that is possible. Even the serious things.”

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Going Underground – Terence Renaud / Aeon Essays

The strange political history of the ‘Underground’ | Aeon Essays

Wiiliam Balfour Ker’s drawing ‘From the Depths’ Courtesy Library of Congress

Fascinating essay from author Terence Renaud from Aeon Essays about the strange political history of the ‘Underground ‘. An exteremely relevant read in the era of Trump.

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