It’s me. It’s been awhile, I know. Surely you’re used to this nonsense by now.
In the time I’ve been gone, a thing or two has happened, as they often do.
This might be an uncomfortable time for you. It is for me. Many of us have been living in a really comfortable age where we didn’t have to stand for much of anything because none of what we loved was under threat. That’s privilege.
You are strong. You will continue growing and getting stronger because that’s who you are. Remember who you used to be and how far you’ve come.
I am wrong far more often than I’d like.
I make mistakes like it’s going out of style and have to take a really hard look at who I am at my core at least once a week.
It is tempting in this strange world we live in to judge and categorize all my experiences and decisions in a misguided—but well-intended—effort to make some sense of things.
Our country is a frightening place right now. People on both sides of the political spectrum are spewing hatred, desperate to be heard, understood, and acknowledged. Hate crime is on the rise and anyone who is not white and straight finds themselves in a place of uncertainty and fear. As a straight, white person, I see how privileged I am and my heart breaks for those who find themselves in a world that is not safe or welcoming.
oh, vast soul, whose only
worth is measured by
the body she’s been
It’s a tiny word–two letters packed full of power and boundaries and healing.
Why is it so difficult to say? Continue reading
It’s raining. Which I love. It rained all night and even thundered a bit now and then. So I’m sitting at my new desk with the window open listening to the rain and trying to sort through all the things I want to say. Also, I have coffee. That’s important.
Before we move forward, I think it’s important that you know about my desk.
In the past few months, I’ve been privileged to have a number of people in my life asking me this mentally and emotionally exhausting question: What do you need?
I haven’t been blogging for a reason. Or really, for a hundred different reasons that piled on top of each other until I was too exhausted to even try to pull something true out of myself and put it on paper.