The Complexity of Allyship

Oh friends. So much is going on. How are you this week?

When I posted about white male allies last weekend, it was not just because of International Women’s Day. For the past couple of weeks, the romance audio community has roiled in allegations and discovery of unethical and predatory behavior by one individual, a male narrator and producer, against women–authors, narrators, and fans alike. My new friends and people I respect and admire have been triggered, shocked, saddened and enraged, as well as attacked and dismissed for their experiences. It’s all so discouraging, so human. The allegations are numerous and consistent. Some of the person’s defenders are aggressive and do not refrain from ad hominem attacks against those who have spoken out. Comments on all sides have escalated and people are suffering.

This post is not about parsing allegations or judging a perpetrator. It’s an exploration of the complexities of effective allyship. It’s a lot more complicated than my post last week makes out, though the central values and tenets are simple and fundamental.

Messaging with a friend a few days into the controversy, I asked, “Wondering how any male narrators would be willing/able to step up as more visible, direct allies? This is always such a big ask… I would never want them to put their own careers or personal lives in jeopardy from any backlash or get entangled in unproductive arguing… I guess it’s a question we can all ask ourselves—how we can make the most effective positive difference in our own way, given our own circumstances… how much we are willing to risk, etc…”

So, what are the questions to ask when we consider upstanding and allying?

How does this affect me directly? Indirectly?
How do I feel about it?
What do I think about it (because these are different)?
How does this affect people I care about, whom I respect and admire?
How does this affect all of our relationships, professional, personal, financial, and other?
What do I not know?
What do I need and not need to know, to act?
What can I do? What can I do? What can I do?
What am I willing to do?
What would I be trying to accomplish?
Do I have the bandwidth/reserve/resources?
What is my role here?
What will it cost me?
What will I be risking?
What is the worst-case scenario if I act or don’t, and how likely is it to occur?
What would that be like, could I handle it?
What are the consequences for others if I act or not; could I cause unintended harm?

What core values of mine, of the community, are violated here?
How can I best uphold and live into those values in this context?

What other questions do I need to ask?

Not all the questions above can be answered quickly or completely.  Emotional overload can lead to knee-jerk reactions and do more harm than good, increasing the likelihood of regret and damaged relationships in an already fraught situation. The way forward is often unclear at first.  So we must slow down, think things through. In the interim, silence may come across as indifference. Anything said or done, or not, may be criticized; no response is 100% ‘safe.’ Each of us handles stress and conflict differently. We must remember not to judge one another about how we engage–there are many ways to upstand, each partially ‘right’, and also likely incomplete.

Allyship carries cost. The first costs of thoughtful, intentional allyship are emotional and mental.

The next costs are relational, and then reputational, financial, professional–myriad. The more visible we are, the greater the potential risks of taking a stand, staking a position. If we hold a designated or implicit leadership role in the community (and I would argue that we all/each lead in some way, know it, like it, want it or not), our choices and their potential consequences are that much more complex. For someone whose livelihood depends on maintaining relationships despite conflict, costs can be high in multiple ways. Choosing between one’s ethics and paying the bills never feels good, and we never know when someone may be in that situation. We must all decide for ourselves, in real time, the risks and costs we can bear. Not everyone stands in a position to decline work or dissent safely. Conscience and context often conflict. We each make our own decisions, and in the end, we must live with ourselves—our choices, our relationships, our regrets. Judging others for doing differently from us serves no useful purpose.

Some have asked, “Do I have a right to speak here? Is it my place to say anything?”  What if the problem doesn’t involve or affect me directly?  What if I’m just butting in? I wonder if this is the question that distinguishes an upstander from a bystander?  

The list of questions above, considered thoughtfully and with core values in front, can guide us to the words and actions that feel most honest, authentic, grounded, and appropriate. In my mind it all comes back to relationship. As an ally my job, my role, and my ultimate objective is to uplift and uphold my loved ones in distress. Allyship, to me, means showing up with openness, empathy, compassion, kindness, and respect. It means validating someone’s emotions and experience, regardless of my opinions about the situation. It does not mean prosecuting without evidence or attacking on someone’s behalf. In the short term, real allies breathe, hold space, and stand in solidarity. There is a closeness, an intimate proximity that includes eye contact, erect posture, and a deep, resonant presence. I’m here for you. I see you. I’m in this with you. Even if we are not physically together, true allyship can be felt this way across great distances. In the long term, allies work for systems changes that benefit us all. If we start here, tapping into our capacity for deep Agape love, then the words and actions are more likely to come from a place of real connection.  As fellow humans, I think we do have this right, and it is our place. We are called to care for one another.

You are not alone.
I see you.
I stand with you.
We are stronger together.

Costs of allyship are real. When we bear them together, the more of us upstanding in concert, we each pay a little less. We all benefit. Allyship is leadership with presence, openness, groundedness, kindness, and love. It shows up as integrity, accountability, and respect.

Practice giving grace. We are all humans, here doing our best. We all fail. Forgiveness and accountability are not mutually exclusive.

I know this post is already long, so I appreciate that you’re still reading.  There is more!  I write to clarify and document my own thoughts and opinions, to record my own process, so I may look back and see what progress I might make.  If any of it resonates with you, dear reader, then that gratifies me.

Compassionate Accountability

I believe the people who have spoken out.  I believe they were manipulated, taken advantage of, and harmed.  I do not believe, however, that the person they accuse is evil, or in any way deserves to be threatened, dehumanized, attacked, or harmed himself, in any way.  He is human, just like the rest of us.  One of my core assumptions about humanity is that we are all here doing our best.  So how is it that some people’s best is so hurtful to others?  How are humans so loving and so scary, so constructive and destructive at the same time?  It’s too big a question to answer; we can only live it, as Rilke says.

As some have pointed out in the past week, ‘hurt people hurt people’.  I believe this, as it often explains so much.  As a fundamental perspective, this default stance in the face of harmful human behavior holds our minds open to empathy, compassion, and forgiveness, which are what heal us, perpetrators and victims alike.  We are all the amalgamation of our past experiences and those of our families of origin, traumas included, over generations.  We all have our triggers and reaction patterns, established early and evolved over a lifetime.  Severely dysfunctional behavior patterns root deeply, and the inner work required to modify or moderate them is arduous. I can hardly imagine how anyone could do it alone—heal and overcome, learn to lead with love and vulnerability—this is not do-it-yourself stuff, my friends.  And yet one of the first things we do to hurt people who hurt people is isolate them.  We judge, shame, dehumanize, and ostracize them, among other things.  How could that possibly help stop them from hurting more, both themselves and others?

This is not to say that aggressors should not be held accountable for their actions and harms.  Accusations and evidence must be aggregated and assessed objectively, thoughtfully, and in context.  “Innocent until proven guilty” is another useful premise from which to proceed.  Easier said than done, though, no?  How many allegations does it take for accusers to be believed, for any of us to act on their behalf, to upstand, defend, and advocate?  And what actions do we take? 

Once again, I go back to the list of questions above.  I need to be still, sit quietly, and settle into my own inner knowing.  After tending to the affected, how do we address the alleged perpetrator?  Separation and protection of victims from additional potential harm comes to mind first.  But here is where we must beware of that fundamentally high-risk divergence—encircling victims in love and compassion, and basically throwing away alleged offenders—ejecting them from the tribe, irrevocably, physically and socially.  The latter, while immediately gratifying, is counterproductive in the long run.  In the end, some felons forfeit their right to live freely among us.  Even then, however, their right to be treated humanely and with dignity is still innate and should be held intact.

Imagine confronting the accused calmly, kindly, and compassionately, and also firmly, calling forth their better nature to own their actions and the consequences thereof.  Picture having fortitude and magnanimity, enough inner peace ourselves, to stoically withstand their defensive backlash, however vehement, grounded in solidarity and allyship not only with their victims, but with the part of themselves that also hurts.  When I think about this, about the magnitude and depth of pain on all sides, the immensity of it all feels almost intolerable.  No wonder we short circuit to ad hominem and violence.  The overwhelming distress and anguish of holding others’ pain as well as our own, of being with all the darkness, wading into the depths—this is a cave of emotional and mental stress that few of us are experienced or trained to navigate.  And yet, I think it is where we must go, a journey we must take, to get past the oversimplified, binary, save the victim/punish the villain dichotomy.  I know some who have the skills, who embody this ethos of messy shared humanity, and who can teach and lead us, by example more than anything.

Hurt people hurt people.  How can we help one another hurt less?  

What does true allyship really mean, and how can we each and all achieve it?  For me it is both acute and chronic, simple and so complex:  It is about universal love.  In each new situation when people are hurting, I can take it slowly, ODOMOBaaT–one day, one moment, one breath at a time–to determine how my allyship manifests best, appropriate for context and aligned with my values.

This narrator/producer controversy feels like an earthquake in the romance community.  Or maybe a typhoon?  Some felt the tremors, saw the cloud formations long before anybody else.  Now it has hit, everything is shaken, and lives are altered.  Here in the immediate aftershocks, we must take care of the wounded.  First responders have mobilized, and some can only yet self-protect.  We all must take care of ourselves first.  Next, we sift through the rubble.  Everyone is affected, though differently; our losses are unique as well as shared: relationships, valued possessions, assumptions of safety, trust, and connection.  Emotions spiral, opinions fly, conflict escalates.  The more deeply we can breathe, the more slowly we can speak and act, the better we will all be in the long run.  With time, clearer, less loaded assessments may occur.  Systems, guidelines, recourse can be revised for better transparency, accountability, and equity.  Here we risk overcorrection, a hyperreactive response, all well-intentioned, and also counterproductive.  Crises will inevitably recur, and the cycles persist.  Alas, that is how we humans do.  How wildly imperfect and eternally exhausting. 

How else can we go but slowly, one step at a time, and together?    

I have included below some ally statements that I admire.  Please help me hold the romance audio community in peace and light.  And wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, whomever you’re with, I wish you what you need to stand up on behalf of those you can help.

Watch Andi Arndt’s full video here; listen to her describe so adeptly the responsibility of artists who use psuedonyms.

Watch Sean Crisden’s Instagram video here; subscribe to his YouTube channel here. He is preparing a round table discussion, which he specifically states is meant to include a divergence of perspectives. I will try to participate in that.

Watch this heartfelt video by author Cheri Champagne, describing how she is affected by the narrator/producer’s actions, as well as by the backlash against him and his company. The ripples reach far and wide. Thankfully, the community is rallying and hopefully all affected can come through with the least possible damage and trauma.

Bit Post: Sierra Simone On the Value of Romance

What assumptions and judgments do you make about romance novels and their readers?

I used to assume they were both shallow and low value for intellectual growth. Not sure I had much judgment, thankfully, and I no longer harbor these wildly wrong assumptions. I have attempted to explain on this blog and in conversations how and why I value this genre so deeply, so unexpectedly. I’m still processing, still allowing it to transform me in the best and most bonding ways, still seeking the words to express it all.

Sierra Simone has relieved me of that last burden. She has released her Misadventures collection in a new, single bound edition. It will be my fifth ever romance print purchase, all because of her Letter to Readers. In it, she explains the value of romance better than I ever could. I took screen snips of the Amazon text sample from the letter, to share here and document my endorsement. It just makes me beyond joyous that writers feel more and more brave, safe, and validated to express these deep, universally human stirrings. Their expressions resonate with, summon, and connect to that profound inner sense and knowing that our culture would sooner have us conceal and repress.
No more, we can say. BOOBS OUT, All In, Own It.

Onward, my friends. This is very healthy movement.

Love Letters

Sunrise, Sylvan Dale Guest Ranch, Loveland, Colorado. Photo courtesy of Dr. Anne Dixon

When did you last write a love letter? Send it?

What constitutes a love letter in your mind?

Depending on your definition, maybe you’ve written/composed and sent them your whole life and not even known it? Sometimes I think this is the case for me… definitely lately. Without question, I have written and sent countless ‘conventional’ love letters in my 50 years. Since at least 4th grade, I have professed and proclaimed love for and to many, in words, on paper. The pretty paper and pen fetish started early, and has been put to very good use. Responses have varied; looking back now I can take it all so much more lightly than I did in my youth. Putting your heart out in the open, wow, that can be intense. Exhilarating, giddy, tremulous, brave, honest, fearful, uncertain, upright, vulnerable. I wonder how many reciprocations, in any form, it takes to make up for all of the non-responses and rejections? I suppose it depends on all the things–to/from whom, magnitude of emotion, stakes of the relationship (on my end), expectation, context, timing… So much of any experience is determined by my own mindset at the time, the stories I tell about myself and the other person. I smile (smirk? cringe?) as I write this today, even chuckle, because oh my gosh, I took and gave it all so seriously back then! *sigh* The peace and steadiness that comes with age… There is a comfortable looseness, a confidence that comes from loving over decades. Relationships come and go, dive deeply and float in turn; the fluidity of it all emerges over time, teaches me to flow with it more and more easily. Awareness and acceptance of this natural, organic rhythm liberates me to express more freely and with less attachment… and paradoxically, the rewards of reciprocation feel that much more bright and lucious!


I still have a stack of New Year cards to send. This involves colored pens, stickers, stamps, and trips to the mailbox. I love it all. I figure it’s okay if they’re late, because it’s a personal greeting, something I take time to do specifically for someone. People appreciate that. It’s a form of love letter, I have decided, and when does anyone not want that?


Lately friends have sought me for reflection and advice. Our conversations are heartfelt and connecting. What an incredible honor for me, to be trusted so. I take that very seriously, to be sure. But the feeling in these exchanges is not heavy. Rather, it’s deep, close, bonding, meaningful. I find myself writing summaries and reflections afterward, hundreds of words’ worth. I feel a need to document and share back, to verify the thoughts, impressions, values, and goals; I want us both to record the integrity, affirm our own relationship and shared humanity with others in our lives. It’s not a high or rush I get from these encounters. It feels slower, an unfolding, shared in confidence, soft tones and close proximity, even if over the phone. These summary ‘love letters’, as I have come to think of them, are meant to reinforce what I see as my friends’ strengths of character, their core values, and the resulting alignment of their goals and actions. I keep these missives for myself, as well, because the connection nourishes me at least as much as it may help my friends.
They are love letters.


As seen on Instagram

I still love this meme so much. What a simple and moving reminder about what’s nost important in life–our relationships. The best part is that when I send the text, drop the card, and leave the voice message (all love letters), just the act itself feeds me already, whether or not a response ever comes. Giving love begets yet more love–the threshold potential for this positive feedback loop is so low, it’s a wonder we don’t walk around eurphoric all the time, just from feeling love for others, HA!


For every executive physical, I debrief with my patient at the end of the day. We review biometric data and test results. This discussion includes an Action Plan, in which the dietician, exercise physiologist, and I make health behavior recommendations in the context of the person’s current life circumstances. Travel, phase of family life (eg little kids vs young adults, empty nests, and aging parents), work role/stress/status–anything relevant to their health is assessed and factored for specificity to person, place, and time (hint: everything is relevant). Over the years, and the past year especially, I reflect on patients’ goals, fears, and values in all domains of life, in addition to body mass and fasting glucose. I talk about relationships, a lot. New patients seem surprised–most often pleasantly, sometimes not… I can attune and dial back if needed. Without fail, however, the more someone discloses, the more we share (because there is always two-way sharing), the more meaningful and dense my action plans get, the more I get to love on these patients, I have only recently realized. It’s okay if they don’t accept it–not everybody wants to feel loved by their doctor. For those who do, however, I am all in…and the rewards are exponential, at least for me.


I see you.
This is what you mean to me.
This is what I wish for you.

Every time we express these, when we convey them to someone we care about, then I say we have sent a love letter. I personally value the handwritten kind most–the swoop and pressure of writing implement, the acutely vulnerable yet high potential permanence of paper, someone’s thoughts and feelings in a particular time and place, documented so concretely, tactilely–to hold, see, and smell it all at once–the uplift almost defies description.


If you seek inspiration for your own love writing, I recommend two men whose work I admire:

Grant Gosch writes sensual missives and posts with accompanying black and white photographs that stir body and soul. Follow him @saltfox_writer on Instagram. You can receive his Saturday morning love letter via email; subscribe at http://www.grantgosch.com. I am 80% through his first novel, Kingfisher Lane, and may very well bold it on my 2024 list. Additionally, Grant offers commissioned love letters in exchange for monetary support of his writing–believe me, this is high value. I have no financial interests in Grant’s work. I simply admire that he puts his heart out in the world, to connect and write on behalf of any of ours. He is a gifted writer, possessed of highly attuned and effective emotional-verbal integration, offered to us from the wilds of the Pacific Northwest.

JP Greene also writes on love and life with eloquence, heat, and edge. Follow him on Insta: @typewrittenlovenotes. JP also offers a weekly newsletter, sent from Fort Collins, Colorado, written thoughtfully and with purpose. His second book, The Beauty of Sadness, drops on April 4. I have no interests in JP’s work, either, other than to amplify it because I think the world is better for his expression.

Funny that both of these writers choose to present their work on paper, typed old school on machines that deliver ink via ribbon. I imagine that is why their work, among other reasons, resonates so deeply with something in me. Kindred.


Love letters. When and what will you send next?

Also from Instagram, can’t recall source, sorry!