I love the word praxis. It might even be one of my most favoritest words in the whole English language. And that is saying a lot of a wordsmithy like myself! There is obviously the meaning of the word praxis (as linked to above), but there is the meaning I make of the word in my usage that seems fun and smarty and makes me smile too. Praxis in my everyday vernacular means a call to action, rallying an activist’s perspective on the dailiness of raising children and influencing my community toward a more equitable future. That is my understanding of where the political is personal. It is also an analysis of where I might influence the greater world by raising my children in awareness and entering the fray of policy-making where I can. Putting theory to practice as well as using practice to inform theory is the praxis of my mama-ness.
The praxis posts I am most proud to have written are: Shrugging Atlas and Not a PBS version of the American Experience. They both got me in a little hot water with the peeps we know. Not enough trouble to turn my world upside down, but enough drama to make life interesting. And frankly, I like the kind of trouble that wakes people up, that makes people think, that forces an ‘authentic life moment,’ that fosters positive change.