Part II: I cannot be silent, continued.

Violence against POC at the hands of police and people in power is only once piece of this problem: a symptom, really, of the larger underlying culture of systemic racism and white privilege here in the U.S. Many white people that I know, myself included, are wringing our hands wondering what we can do to show support for BLM and shift the tide of increasing violence towards Black citizens.I think we can start by turning those fingers we are pointing at police and politicians back towards ourselves: Looking inward at how growing up in a society fueled by systemic racism has influenced our core beliefs towards POC. How may YOU as a white person have contributed to this ongoing disparity in our country? Continue reading Part II: I cannot be silent, continued.

I cannot be silent (response to May 25, 2020)

I am white.I have never been black.Black people, I can say that I understand, I sympathize, I empathize, I stand with you; but because I am white, I can never truly do these things. I live in my world of white privilege. Perhaps I have a clearer picture than some because of my years of teaching in urban, primarily African-American, schools, which allowed me to know and care about young black teenagers in a way most white people will never have the opportunity to. But I have never lived in black skin. Continue reading I cannot be silent (response to May 25, 2020)

Anger

I have been sinking. I am physically embodying the effects of this time of isolation and the resulting depression. I have zits; I am gaining weight; I feel tired and irritated all the time.After my meditation this morning, I asked my unicorn cards for some guidance (as I occasionally do when I feel stuck or lost). I shuffled and shrugged as I cut the deck one final time to reveal my card: ANGER Continue reading Anger

The Backyard Fortress

We’re currently in week 9,000 of quarantine… and despite my valiant attempts at daily schedules and homeschooling, they have found themselves bored quite often.Usually the only time they play independently without fighting it is because they are up to something sneaky: filling up the bathroom sinks with handsoap, drawing butts with Sharpies on their furniture, or opening up every box of bandaids to stick their artwork to the wall. Continue reading The Backyard Fortress

Stop the Anxiety Train! This is Where I Get Off

I have always been an overthinker. I’m a Virgo – Worrying is my jam. I will get a tickling of an idea in my head and then my mind starts to add to it line by line, like that kids game where each person’s random sentence builds a nonsensical story. I have worked myself into an irrational panic in this way many times. Continue reading Stop the Anxiety Train! This is Where I Get Off

#metoo

All of our stories are different, and many are much more traumatic than mine, but they all hold something in common: that horrible underlying fear that we are ultimately not in control of what happens to our bodies. That feeling that as women we will always have to step back and relinquish our power… Which lets us justify our self-destructive acts that purposefully turn down the pilot light in our bellies, and let us walk away from the Force we hold within ourselves, giving it up for lost. Continue reading #metoo