There is a lot out there to grieve and fear and be ready to change. There's a lot in here, too.
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Election Day 2016
Something will happen tomorrow. You’ll get up. You’ll do your thing. You’ll work or play or study. And the world will get herself around that sun. We’ll survive. And in America, we’ll have a new president. I went to a memorial service tonight put on by the incredibly caring people at Hospice of Spokane. They offered tips for getting through the holidays and sang folk music and let us cry our tired little eyes out together with strangers. They gave us candles to light and food for our bellies; a great reminder that in the midst of the grief and the pain, you still eat and you enjoy the cookie…
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As we all wake up with heavy hearts…
I have drafted many essays at the breaking of too many headlines about racial profiling and police brutality. And part of not posting is that I don’t post most drafts. But a bigger part than I would like to admit is fear. I say enough on my Facebook to show support, and I have posted a few racially related things here, but when it comes to these headlines… I don’t want my conservative white friends to be mad at me (it sounds stupid typing it out, but it’s true). I also don’t want to appear to have more license to speak than I ought to. I don’t want to step…
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Darker Brother
Gabe picked up a copy of illustrated Langston Hughes because, presumabley, he likes to make me cry in front of my children. That boy looks like my Daddy! Why do you say that? Because his skin looks like my Daddy’s – my Daddy is the darker brother! She is so sweet when she says it – she is excited over her connection, she loves connecting things. She doesn’t know it comes with so much behind it. She doesn’t know why I can barely choke out the words – “tomorrow I’ll be at the table” – as I think of her father graduating from a respected University mere miles from the…
