Fear

I’ve seen a lot of posts about how Black Americans are “tired.” And I get it. I feel tired so I can’t imagine how tired they are. But here’s something I haven’t seen said, but that I have picked up on in my conversations with acquaintances and co-workers…. White People Are Scared. Sure, you think, […]

Black Future Month

My youngest two boys went to daycare in their “Black History Month” t-shirts. It felt like the smallest of things, yet something I could do to say, I don’t know what. Maybe to say that it’s not Black History Month but we’re still learning? Maybe that we’re learning for a better future? Maybe that we’re […]

Welcome Back to Your Irregularly Scheduled Programming.

It’s been so long since I wrote here, that I heard the virtual spine crack when I opened the page. I don’t have anything profound or life changing to share, it just seems such a shame not to be writing here as we wade through the greatest pandemic of my lifetime. Greatest seems like a […]

Nostalgia

Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s old(er) age. Maybe it’s a combination of both, but lately I’ve been really nostalgic for places and the people who filled them.    I find myself longing for a few more moments in the wooden play house in the back yard at Pleasant Drive, talking on the unhooked pay phone […]

Finding Breath

I lost it this morning. I forgot how to breathe, how to focus… how to be me in the whirlwind of my life. I don’t know if it was because my kids were whiny or if it was lack of sleep for, let’s face it, years on end. Maybe it was that the first thing I […]

Being Right.

Since the trauma and horror of this weekend, I’ve been processing. I’ve sat down at the keyboard a dozen times to write but couldn’t find the words. People are dying. Children are dying. And it’s happening because we’re too afraid to do anything that might disrupt the status quo. We’re too afraid to do anything […]

Running Away

Perhaps it makes me a bad parent but there is a quiet, hidden part of me that spins and twirls and pulls at the thought of running away from my life until the idea unravels into unexplainable tears. It’s a silent pulse in my soul that rolls in unexpectedly and nearly takes my breath away with how hard […]

I Could Live With That

I’ve always thought too much about the future. Whether it was as a fourth grader, worried about what comes after death, or as a college student worried about what comes after graduation, I’ve always had my mind firmly focused on what comes next. Will it be good? Will it be bad? Will it hurt? What […]

For Andrew

To date, I’ve lost two friends from my high school graduating class, the second so recent that it stings like a needle against the back of my eyelids whenever the thought occurs to me. The thought of him being gone is one of those thoughts I almost have to laugh at because how could HE […]

Fractured

A few weeks ago, I was moving things around to set up a play area for C in our living room. I lifted one corner of our fairly light weight ottoman to look for something I thought was under it, and it slipped out from my hand and landed on the side of my right […]

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