We’re sitting in the glow of neon, the golden arches casting pale yellow and red on the wet asphalt where we’re parked. I’m sipping iced tea even thought it’s cold and we’re clutched by winter's deep spell, flurries scattering around outside haphazardly lacking the stamina to collect themselves on the ground. The windshield wiper swipes at them randomly streaking the window with frost. I’ve pulled my hat down low over my unwashed hair and my arms wrap across me as if my embrace could …
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A Mind On Fire: A SheLoves Post
My life is one long rerouting. Only I’ve not had the pleasure of Google Maps patiently telling me that I’ve taken a wrong turn and that it’s calculating the next best option to get me to my destination. Instead, I’ve lived one-way streets and stop signs, merging into single lanes and tight spaces. My life has been roadblocks and potholes and miles out of my way with no rest stop in sight. I type the address into my phone to get to her office. Google Maps turns me this way and that and I …
You’re Good Enough Part 3
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 and Standing at the Margins: I Don't Belong here. It makes more sense if you read them in order but I get that you probably also have a life and may not have the time to read 4,000+ words. Carry on. I. If you know where you’re going, you might not always know how you’re going to get there, but you’ll know when you’ve arrived. The biggest battle to get words to the page …
