#blacklivesmatter

I’m Disappointed In My (White) Friends

Many of my friends disappoint me. Today, devastate may be a more accurate term. Here’s the deal. Some of my white friends have in no way, 0%, showed any support at all for the #blacklivesmatter movement. Not even an acknowledgement said in passing to me. It’s like it doesn’t exist to them. Which is impossible. My…

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My Body Is Changing Shape

I’m almost 36. My body is changing shape. I don’t like it. With all the body positivity going around these days, which of course I applaud, I feel like I should be all, “Oh, my glorious, glorious body, I honor thee as thy molds thyself anew.” But I’m not. I don’t honor my period either.…

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Waking with Sand on My Skin

This afternoon, I read through a book of my handwritten poems from 2005 to today. I read them backwards, and when I got to October of 2005, I found this: You’ll never know what the discovery of that day means to a sleepy traveler hoping to wake up with sand on her skin… Sleepy indeed.…

On Leaving Social Media (for now)

I just announced my decision to leave personal social media – delete the apps and walk away – to the shock of many (I dare say, all).  Like most, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook have become integral components of my daily life.  I enjoy posting, sharing, and connecting.  I plan to come back, but for now,…

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Grieving for the death of dreams

We all have dreams. Some of us realize them, many of us don’t. And you know what? We who lose our dreams, we who never know the joy of achievement…we grieve. Over ten years ago, a clinical social worker told me I was grieving; grieving, she said, for the life I had hoped to live.…