"Beware. Ignorance protects itself. Ignorance promotes suspicion. Suspicion engenders fear. Fear quails, irrational and blind. Or fear looms, defiant and closed. Blind, closed, suspicious, afraid. Ignorance protects itself. And protected, ignorance grows." -Octavia E. Butler, from Parable of Talents There is an unwillingness to recognize ignorance. An unwillingness to admit it. To accept it. It…
life
an unintended hiatus
Hello friends! I apologize for being a stranger these past several weeks. The month of May took me by surprise in a few ways and as a result, my attention has been pulled from this hallowed writing sphere. Well, I'm back. Because I've been missing you. Because I've been missing the feel of the keys…
To the twentysomethings, with love
Oh, the Twenties. That age range when I was supposed to be an adult, but had no idea how to be an adult. The time when I insisted I was an adult, but made very un-adult decisions. I made it through my twenties, relatively unscathed. Now, older and wiser, I have some advice for those…
Her story
1 She walked into the restaurant with a toddler tangled in her arms. "Mama! Mama! Mama!" the boy cried. A man trailed behind them, a high chair in one hand and a bulky bag in the other. She thanked the server, then wrangled the boy into the high chair. They all sat. The boy immediately…
the path
I feel a little like I've been riding along the intended path for a few weeks now. I don't mean to say that it has been easy these past few weeks. Just because you're going in the "right" direction doesn't mean that you're going in the easy direction. In general though, I'm feeling confident in…
On Motherhood: Roar
"Who told you only the soft could be good mothers? That mothers could not be dragons in disguise?" -- Nikita Gill I began writing this series on motherhood hoping to confront the resentment I feel toward being a mom. Why is there an underlying skepticism about the value of motherhood? Why does it sometimes feel like…
On Motherhood: Mornings like this
It's been one of those mornings. The ones where I muster all my strength to stop myself from screaming at my kids. The baby mashes his face against my breast, desperate to nurse, but then won't stay latched for more than 15 seconds. The toddler disagrees loudly with any and every suggestion. No, not those shoes! No, not wear this shirt! Evelyn want to brush hair! No brush hair! It's been one of those mornings.
