Hey, framily. Life is a lot right now, isn’t it? If you’re feeling that heaviness, you’re not alone. The news has been hard this week, especially for those of us with depression and anxiety and mental illness in our medical histories. People like me. People like a lot of my friends. Maybe even people like you….
responsibility
Me too.
I was 20. Maybe 22. I can’t remember. Parts of this are fuzzy, the kind of blur that comes from years of separation between The Moment and The Memory. I was working at the bank. I’d managed to get myself up to assistant head teller status. We had some overflow and understaffing between our two…
I’m With Her
This post is not an easy one to write, but it’s a necessary one. I’ve been living in a place of fear–physically, mentally, and emotionally–for too long now, and I’m done with that. That’s no way to live. Not speaking up is not who I am. It’s not who I was raised to be. I’m…
No Means No: Teaching Children About Consent
We were walking through Target one afternoon last week, before Brock Turner and his victim’s statement became trending topics. Emma was being kind of rambunctious, chasing her brother in and out of the clothing racks in the children’s department. He wasn’t feeling great. He’d finally had enough of her playing. “No means no, Emma! Stop…
Tamir Rice and a Bleeding Heart
A pack of boys ranging in age from 6 to 12 march together in a line. They’re all wearing similar colors, mostly camouflage, hats, shirts, all of it designed to make them appear as part of the same group. Some of them carry Airsoft guns, others Nerf. Brightly colored blue and orange plastic designed to…