inner-work, trauma

A thousand me toos tossed into the light

The man who gives you a back rub without your permission. The guy who stands a little too close to you on the bus, so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath. The boys who joked and the men who joked and so many jokes but you were never laughing. The jokes you didn't understand because you were too young to understand. The gut punch when you were old enough to finally get what they meant.

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humor, motherhood, Parent Life

Inquiring minds want to know

Just a few of the questions being asked lately by the resident 4-year old : Do grasshoppers have ears? (Yes, on their legs apparently, according to my husband-scientist) Why don't they play more Queen Beyoncé on the radio? (I hear you and I have no answers to this) What is God? (WHERE DID THIS COME FROM...ASK ME… Continue reading Inquiring minds want to know

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Surviving #Alternativefactland (Or, Sarah, GET OFF YOUR D*&!! TWITTER!)

Because it is a bit addictive isn't it, seeing the stream of horrors? Nobody wants to admit they are the type of person to peak at car accidents, but we all do it. You know, just to see if everyone is ok even though we know OF COURSE THEY ARE NOT OKAY THEY JUST CALLED JAWS OF LIFE. WHO ARE YOU FOOLING?! Panic. I need to not feed into it. What are you feeding?

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The heart of democracy

"We are being called, like our mothers and fathers, to be the moral defibrillators of our time," [Barber] said, as the crowd rose with him for the umpteenth time.  "We will shock this nation and fight for justice for all. . . .We will not give up on the heart of our democracy, not now,… Continue reading The heart of democracy

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So let us take one another’s hand and push together.

What if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb, but the darkness of the womb? What if our America is not dead but a country still waiting to be born? What if the story of America is one long labor? What if all the mothers who came before us, who survived genocide and… Continue reading So let us take one another’s hand and push together.

community, humor, motherhood

My Kicking, Crying Child Was All of Us Today

  My daughter had an epic tantrum at Target today, and I'm pretty sure she did it on behalf of all of us. I mean after this week, who doesn't want to flail on the floor kicking and screaming while flinging Target Optical business cards in all directions? We were at Target to buy a bike… Continue reading My Kicking, Crying Child Was All of Us Today