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, …
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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 …
The Truth Is I am Tired: An (in)courage Post
Sometimes I write and people tell me I’m brave. Because I write hard things. Because I dive past the small talk and tell you where it hurts. Because I don’t want to pretend. Because I tell you it’s ok if you hurt too, I know the balm for the scars we carry, the antidote to utter despair, the flicker of light when your feet stumble and bruise in the dark night. Because I tell you He is big enough to be met with your doubts and your worries. I want to invite you to meet Him, know Him more, see …
