I was there. I walked with the crowds on Saturday at the Women’s March. I can’t say I marched, because my energy wasn’t a marching energy…I was walking, observing and wondering. I was there for my children more than anything. Kind of sounds lame, but
Pretending really doesn’t work for me. Overall I am all about happy and I love having fun. Yet lately it felt like I was walking in yukky mud. I wondered if perhaps it was simply the ebb to the fabulous flow and that sounded good.
More thoughts around race and privilege. Here is what happened on Saturday… I was out and about with my husband and Leo, our 10 year old son, when we saw this beautiful young woman posing for a photographer. Under the hot sun she stood poised in
Bad Mom/Good Mom crap again. Or more like good, good, good, good, BAD, good, good, BAD. There are six awesomely good things that happen and a couple of not so great things in my morning but unless I’m in my flow my brain loves to
It isn’t all that graceful. It isn’t easy at all. Except that sometimes it is. I’m back and forth about this and since I’m committed to sharing the complexity of my existence I’m going to share this too… I don’t think it has been that
I grew up with clarity that we treat everyone equal. That the color of our skin doesn’t matter because we are all the same. I grew up with clarity that we love all people the same. That our religion doesn’t matter because we are