For me, writing is many things. It is an outlet. It is an art. It is an ambition. Writing can be a journey. A meditation. Sometimes even a battle. But of the many things that it can be, by far the worst is this: writing is a chore. That is to say, it is a…
See this lovely photo of my kids doing a little activity in their PJs? They're so engaged. So focused. So happy. I look like a super mom! I felt like super mom! Let me put this in context for you though. Immediately after this my daughter refused to get dressed and brush teeth, yelled at…
I will admit that the phrases "defund the police" and/or "abolish the police" make me uncomfortable. Which is to say, they make my privilege uncomfortable. I take for granted that the police will protect me. That they won't shoot my children. That they will come when I call them. I believed that...until I listened to…
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…
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...
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…
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.…
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…
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…
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