I used to promise myself that I would never have children. Secretly, keeping close all the hurts I felt as a child myself, certain that I had no light or joy to share. How could I bring a beautiful, innocent new life into a world from which I felt so estranged? How could I possibly … Continue reading A Little Truth
OK. So, here I go, again. I was given an assignment by my new therapist; to come up with a daily schedule in an effort to ensure that I make and secure time for my creative expression. Great! Wonderful idea! I really could use some help getting on track. I've had such an amazingly, awful … Continue reading Stuff and Things
A very well thought out response the the essay I reblogged previously. I strongly agree with so many points the author made in response to the original article. I especially agree that it was shameful and degrading how Dr. King and Rosa Parks were described. Dr. King is a hero of mine and it saddened … Continue reading A response to “Dear white friends: racism is slightly more complex than what you learned about in primary school” by Michelle Weber
Beautifully written essay. I so want to do better, be better and do what the author suggests. It’s so easy to close our eyes to the atrocities of our past. What do you do today, when the perpetrators, the dispassionate, the indifferent and apathetic are living next door, or are your coworkers, or family? We can all do better.
After several years of banging my head against the wall upon seeing the old American proverbs of “it (racism) goes both ways” and “slavery ended 300 years ago” in social media comment sections, I think it’s time we address an uncomfortable truth: the watered down, Cliff Notes unit on racial inequality you were taught in elementary school was a lie. And now it is your responsibility to relinquish your outdated understanding of black and white race relations and investigate deeper.
What do Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., segregation, and slavery all have in common? They’re all talking points in social studies classes when the unit on racialized historical conflicts rolls around—and that’s if it ever does. We learn that the most important faces of the Civil Rights Movement were an exhausted seamstress who refused to give up her bus seat and a reverend who just wanted little black kids…
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I have been absent for quite some time. Not that I expect anyone to care or have noticed. I post and write mostly for the therapeutic value. I believe that if only one person reads my words and can take away something that they find useful, helpful or beautiful, then my effort and struggle will … Continue reading Baby Steps
The difficulties, they will arise Breathing deep, I close my eyes I feel You here, I won't deny But I still have questions It's always "Why?" Why is it I should see him hurt? Why must I always stop and start? Why does it seem it will never end? Why do I always question Your … Continue reading Remaining Teachable
February 15, 2017 I haven't really been writing much the last several weeks and I've tried some, posted sporadically here and there. I've had a lot on my mind, but I needed to take a break from writing. Sometimes the best thing for me in stressful times is to quiet the chaos in my … Continue reading Returning from break
Why does it seem so much easier to quit things that are good for me, instead of those activities which would harm me? Why is it that much easier to train myself in negativity and accept the outcome readily? Why does my creativity take me through such difficulties that I'm compelled to abandon projects to … Continue reading Questions
What does it feel like when I can not write? It is a twang of pain in my side It is a ringing in my head It is being closed in and closed off My breathing stifled and my voice lost Thoughts and feelings roll roughly together, around A vicious whirlpool that rushes, seethes to … Continue reading Losing My Voice
You gave me everything Guilt and shame, too much pain I gave you my youth My best years gone away Losing sight of myself Before I've really begun Forgetting what I could become Perhaps it never was Just as a mirage I won't give you all the blame I should have done better Tried harder, … Continue reading A Thought
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