This post is part of a series telling a longer story. You can find yesterday's post I Am From White Also, But Not Only here. I asked in my group of writing friends, holy misfits in their own ways, would you please pray? Would you pray for me because I am knots and nerves and every bit that little girl who didn’t want the wrong answers to reveal she couldn’t explain herself. I had seen the link on a friend’s Facebook page for an Authors Retreat for People of Color. I was excited that my …
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I Am From White Also, But Not Only: Part 1
We did an exercise. A poem with I am from. I've done it before with SheLoves. There's something kind of like it on my About page. But this is what I learned about myself. I am from white also, but not only. I was a girl who believed herself to be unlike the others. I had dirty secrets and broken places and I could never force the jagged bits down smoothly when I pushed up against the fringes of the gathered ones. I would approach tentatively and stand at the edges dipping my toes into hope, …
Awake to Dream: An Incourage Post
She curls her body into mine, as tightly pressed as she can get. She is all flannel nightie and coconut shampoo and girl. They fight for space with Mom in the middle, each flanking me and claiming a side. He wraps one tiny arm around my belly and grins. It’s his favorite spot, tucked into my squish. He rests his chin on my arm and looks up at me through thick brown lashes. The kind girls dream of having and this charmer has gotten used to batting at me for “just 5 more minutes, Mama.” I let the …
