“Why Bother?” She Asked
“Our lives begin to end the day we are silent about things that matter,” said Martin Luther King, Jr. This is a personal essay on how this can apply in life
“Don’t Be Scared of the Dark,” He Said
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_style=”outline” style=”round” message_box_color=”success” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-gratipay”]This is a post about grief.[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I had been crying so hard and so long that I couldn’t open my eyes properly. They were puffy, swollen up so that seeing through them was a chore. I also didn’t understand why this in particular was hitting me so hard. I was turning…
42 (& The Nature of Fear)
I wasn’t going to talk about my actual age anymore. It feels limiting and makes me feel boxed in a bit. Like, you are supposed to be or do x,y.z by the time you are 1,2,3. You are grown up and responsible at given set of numbers and you aren’t supposed to live boldly anymore…
The ‘Momcation’
Mikey and I agreed that after my heavy solo-parenting gig of the summer and also solo-care of our chitlins during stretches when Mikey left the farm to buy a truck (or visit friends), I deserved a break, a Momcation. Like, a real momcation, without even one child with me, completely solo. So I signed up…
Disability | Me
Proud Flesh
Proud Flesh, “exuberant granulation tissue” – the first stage in the creation of scar tissue. Proud flesh is for me, more aptly stated as an end rather than a beginning. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. Proud flesh, my scars. *** There comes to a point in life in which you see your Proud…
Facing Fear: I Quit My Job
This is a difficult post for me to write. Mostly because it's so challenging for me to summon the words to articulate what I feel. But let me give it a shot… One of the things that really struck me in Expecting Adam was how very free the mother was at the end. Instead of…