Fall. She's right around the corner. I woke up last Monday to a chill I almost didn't know. It's been too long. A crisp feeling. That day the wind blew steady and strong. I stayed outside. I wore long sleeves to bed. Tuesday my favorite fall beverage returned. I know she'll take her time. She… Continue reading Here She Comes
Tag: brain dump
Picking the Pen back up
I kept writing, but couldn't find the emotional 'pagh' to post. Which is okay. I'm working accepting my own need for a break so soon after I'd gotten started. I've spent the last several days going through what I have written and queuing it up for posting. Most of it is related to racism and… Continue reading Picking the Pen back up
What will this blog look like?
It’s been about two weeks... I’ve written about racism, social justice, grief, birthdays, and other life components. I know I’ve mentioned some of the projects I have going and some of my other interests. I’ve been thinking about what I want to write about from here on out... I know I’ve already mentioned what I… Continue reading What will this blog look like?
Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another… the beginning.
(I journaled everyday for a little over a week as I truly worked to confront my own racism and to educate myself on what anti-racist work looks like.... this is the prologue of sorts that I wrote. I will post the rest of my entries, day by day after this.) Hello White Friends (and any… Continue reading Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another… the beginning.
This is 25: a weird overview of my life and thoughts on being a year older.
Yesterday, I turned 25, a quarter of a century... I’ve likely lived more than a quarter of my life, probably more like one third. It’s flown by I think. Overall I don’t remember most of 0-10, I mean there are a few shining moments in there, and some not so shiny ones... but mostly, there’s… Continue reading This is 25: a weird overview of my life and thoughts on being a year older.
When do I ACTUALLY Become an Adult
A year ago, when my dad passed, I suddenly felt aged. In a matter of moments, my world turned. There’s something truly sobering when you realize that suddenly you have one less parent to call when shit hits the fan. I found myself bombarded with decisions, big ones. Things I felt utterly unqualified to be… Continue reading When do I ACTUALLY Become an Adult
Coffee & Conundrums 