Glue. Tape. Batter. Dough. Honey.Paint sticks to a wall. Lipstick to a cheek. Chalk to a sidewalk.Mud. Wax. Clay. Sand. Moss.Moss sticks to everything. I see it on rocks, in trees. Sticks on the ground. Water is sticky. Oxygen, the third wheel, always looking for a mate. Relationships are sticky. Phlegm. Blood. Vomit. Shit.Death is sticky. It smells and…
What is sticky?
Make a new one
Mckinney Falls New trails to run in this new year.•I listened to Hamilton while I ran today. I normally listen to podcasts or books, but today I wanted music and poetry. And if you know me, you’ll know I have my core albums that bring me back to myself for one reason or another. I…
I will no longer apologize for…
I will no longer apologize for...
Blocked
Photo by fania yang from Pexels I want to let you know that I am blocking you. I want you to know that it has nothing to do with your politics. It has everything to do with the way in which you feel entitled to invade my virtual space with negativity and criticism without ever asking me a…
The Path
Photo by Simon Matzinger from Pexels It's taken me almost 40 years, marrying the best man I know, burying my father, birthing two kids and surviving a global pandemic to get me here, but I'm here. Today. I'm here. Now. I've inexplicably arrived here at the ledge, one leg extended. Eyes forward and up. Eyes not looking back.…
Travel Cost
To all the white people warning me about "carrying around white guilt"...There’s no need. To those fretting that I am too fragile, don't. I'm not. Let me be clear about this, accepting and confronting white privilege does not require the feeling of guilt. Guilt is a chosen emotion and in my opinion, it is a wholly…
Take off the blindfold
I took Instagram off my phone. I wanted to spend a week away from it. I've curated a demanding feed for myself since May. One that calls me to recognize my entitlement, invites me to think more critically, and strengthens my humanity. I've been following and posting with more intention since then. I've shared my…
Go outside!
I could sit here all morning trying to compose a more profound piece about the outdoors, about the trees and the smell of dust and the greenness of grass. But it's better to go outside. To let the light embrace me the way we are not supposed to embrace. It's best to offer our lips…
Empathy in Action – The start of a Conversation
Note: I wrote this essay at the end of May shortly after George Floyd was murdered. Since then, I have immersed myself in as much anti-racist thinking as I can. I'm raising two young children so it is challenging to find time to think and write and learn. But really, it is my children that…
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to the ashes of my father
there is a prayer that i heard you say. you said, may god take your hearts and set them on fire. we burned your body after you left. your ashes rest on a piano in a room where we don't let the children play. when the buildings burn, like hearts, i think of your god…