Uniqueness is something to appreciate. The funny thing is, and as cliché as it sounds, when we are able to see people for who they really, truly are, we find our commonalities. The heart of the human condition is just that, love. We all want to be loved.
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Welcome to the Anxious ADHD Brain
But, you want to know what it really feels like? When your train of thought is going straight ahead, and seemingly out of nowhere it veers sharply to the left, it doesn’t seem weird to you, just to other people. It’s the realization that most people’s thoughts don’t work like that and that moving from discussions about dinner to a news article you read earlier and back again, with no transition, sometimes leaves people bewildered.
The Most Basic Definition of Racism (And How to Know If You’re Part of the Problem)
Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash.com Racism isn’t hard to understand. If you hate or you believe that you are inherently better than another person because their skin color is different from yours, that’s racist. If a white man murders eight Asian people, six of them women, because he needed to “remove the temptation” forContinueContinue reading “The Most Basic Definition of Racism (And How to Know If You’re Part of the Problem)”
How to Support Women on International Women’s Day
You want to support the women in your life? Really support them? Give them a break. A literal one, a metaphorical one; it doesn’t matter. Just give them a break.
We Don’t Negotiate with Terrorists… Unless They’re White Supremacists
Capitol Hill, in Washington, in the snow. Photo courtesy of the public domain photos from the Architect of the Capitol. Let’s play a game. It’s called “Guess The Threat Level!” On a scale of 1-10, let’s guess the perceived threat of various groups. Black Lives Matter protesters, protesting the police brutality that overwhelmingly affects BlackContinueContinue reading “We Don’t Negotiate with Terrorists… Unless They’re White Supremacists”
We Are Not Women Who Can Stand Things
We haven’t slept well since March. We try to catch a moment’s break, after making lunch, in between Zoom school sessions and our own work, but it slips through our fingers, a specter fading fast, as young voices ring out with questions and requests. Maybe later, with a glass of wine.
Women at mid-life. Women on the edge.
Open Letter to Congress — Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown
We, the people of the District of Columbia, would like a few words. While the world watched in horror, residents of the capital city were shuttering businesses, running for cover, and watching as rioters, foaming at the mouth like rabid dogs, overran our backyard.
The Streets of Heaven Are Too Crowded with Angels Tonight
When does the collective wail of the majority get to drown out the rantings of the minority? When do our healthcare workers get uninterrupted, unbiased time on every network, in every news outlet to tell their stories, to tell the unvarnished truth? How will we ever make amends to the families of the dead, to the millions unemployed, to the small businesses that have closed, to the school children, because of the country’s leaders’ utter failure to lead?
Fundraiser for Giving Tuesday — Associates for Renewal in Education (ARE)
For this #GivingTuesday on December 1, 2020, and my upcoming birthday, I’m asking people to join me in donating to Associates for Renewal in Education, Inc. (ARE). ARE is a non-profit that helps DC families and children from cradle to career. (Link to fundraiser is below.) ARE has an early education program for 2-3 yearContinueContinue reading “Fundraiser for Giving Tuesday — Associates for Renewal in Education (ARE)”
Year of Grief, from Traumas New and Old
We are all spent and on edge Image by Larm Rmah from unsplash.com. Every day, I read the news. I see the photos. I hear the reports. The grief is palpable. I can feel it pulsing around me, a living, breathing thing that threatens to consume all of us. My anger and my sadness makeContinueContinue reading “Year of Grief, from Traumas New and Old”
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