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Lately, as I watch you take these steps into independence I’m struck by everything I feel I’m failing at. Everything I am not preparing you adequately for when you reach adulthood. I ask myself why cant I stop all the pain and yes, failure you will walk through? It’s my fault. Yes, according to all the books and all the speakers who tell me to do this and that. Who tell me if I make all the right choices now you will make all […]
Maybe we could stop trying to fix things so quickly. Some things are unfixable. Some things stay broken. And advice has rarely […]
Once upon a time, when we were young, what was liked was enough to define us. People would ask how old we were and then they would ask what we liked. Daisies, tv shows about builders, spinning in circles, slides, our parents, our siblings, cars and planes and trains. These were the things we loved. These were the answers we gave. These were the things people talked about when they talked about us. . Then we grew up, and the questions started […]
maybe we should stop thinking we’re awesome just because we love people we consider different than us
I read another article a few weeks ago. By a white woman. She spoke, in lavish and poetic detail about the people she saw around her. Carefully pointing out all the ways they were different from her. Mostly skin color. And age. And then she spoke of smiling at a Muslim woman just after the world learned of the horror in Paris. She smiled. She loved. And somehow I got the feeling this was meant to be inspirational. That article is the […]
I’m over Mother’s Day. I love my kids. I love my mom. But I hate the over-complication of every.single.thing. in today’s culture. Especially the social media culture. Motherhood is the ultimate competition sport and tomorrow is our olympics. At the end of the day most people wind up feeling like losers when we should just be celebrating that we’re living at all. The rest of the world celebrates Women’s Day. I like that idea. I like the idea of celebrating who we […]
My oldest child opened his first major art show last week and it was a proud moment for me.