war
Three Things. A short little shared meditation about three very different moments in the week that have a similar resonance. Monday : Breaking News We were in the car listening to the kids favorite podcast, when Brontë shouted, “Mom! I’ve never seen a newspaper for real life!” I nearly tapped
history
My daughters will live the rest of their lives in a conflict zone
history
When a cheating scandal hits close to home
food
Breakfast burritos kept my suburban childhood structurally sound
environment
Failing at home. Rehearsing the truth with my dead dad. Being eaten alive.
white supremacy
The white middle class home is a Garden of Eden.
My daughter is afraid of heaven. Donuts in a heat wave. Red Rocks, 7022 AD
For me, scream into a pillow anger is the kind of anger that is good, righteous even, but the sound of it will change absolutely nothing. So I shove the sound of my fury into a pillow, or the palm of my hand or the walls of my shower. It’
Let's sing about it.
family
The problem with promises is that the future can’t keep anything.
california
Even the suburbs of my childhood had something to lose.
history
I can tell you if you want.
