I accessed this blog today, for the first time in almost a year. It was almost an afterthought of sending a poem into an online journal that I have an immense amount of respect for. They write truth, but more importantly, they write what is in my heart. There is nothing more powerful than that in reading, when another person somehow unlocks the deepest caverns … Continue reading Mistakes
Just to clarify; This may not have been what Tupac meant, but this is what keeps coming to me when I think of this line. A post closer to what he meant is in part one. The Hate You Give Little Infants Fucks Everyone. I’m going to write about something I don’t particularly like to write about. Abortion. I know, you’re rolling your eyes, so … Continue reading T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E. Part II: The Babies
The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everyone. -Tupac Last night, I tried to watch The Hate U Give, the emotional true story of a black girl who watches her friend get killed by a police officer. Later, she is called to testify, but I haven’t gotten that far, because I had to take a break. (White privilege is that I was able to take … Continue reading T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E.
I am so angry about what’s happening at the border. Like, so angry. I have this horrible image in my head of a little baby boy at daycare, crying because he doesn’t know where his Mama is. I want to wake up from this horrible nightmare, and tell myself it isn’t true. It isn’t happening. But it is. And not just one little boy. 681 … Continue reading 681 Children: Lord, Save them and Have Mercy on us.
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2019-08-04/el-paso-dayton-gilroy-mass-shooters-data Today, while researching what to do about mass shootings in America, I came across this article. The author of this article researched what the commonalities between the shooters were. Two of them, made my heart ache: most of the killers suffered from some sort of mental illness, and most of them suffered some sort of traumatic event. As someone who has a mental illness, … Continue reading How to Stop Mass Shootings: ACTIVE LOVE
I started to read a book called “Boundaries” a couple of months ago. I had bought it a long time before that, but I hadn’t read it. I was nervous because I have talked to several people who were very callous and used this book as their excuse, but I have also talked to others who say it changed their life. Now that I’m actively … Continue reading Depression and The Boundaries Book
Trigger Warning: Miscarriage 5 Years Ago Today was the day I lost my first child. 5 Years Ago Today was the day she died. Today, I lived my life like nothing was wrong. I played with my double rainbow babies. I did the dishes. I cleaned the house. But I saw a butterfly and I asked if it was her. I asked her to be … Continue reading 5 Years Ago Today: Trigger Warning-Miscarriage
Lately, I have been struggling, like, a lot. I’ve been sharing that story because I believe in honesty about our struggles, and I believe that sharing our truth helps others who are struggling, but lately I have been trying to make sure I am balancing out those posts with the amazing ways that God is working in my life, to comfort me and help me … Continue reading Some Hope for the Way
I am currently reading a book about Boundaries that threw me for a loop and shut me down a little bit. I started to believe that maybe everything I ever said was wrong and everything I have ever believed is ridiculous. It discusses that it is ok to set boundaries and say “this is ok” or “this is not ok.” Some of the ways they … Continue reading Love First
Lately, my newsfeed has been inundated with posts screaming, “YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE A SIDE.” Of course, half the time the premise also includes condescending language about how if you don’t choose a side, you are choosing the wrong side, and there is something wrong with you. I am so sick of this. Let me tell you right now. You do not have to choose … Continue reading Please Stop Choosing Sides
Okay. A post about sex. Okay. It’s time. I haven’t done one in a while. It’s time. Talk about sex. Okay. Go. NFP. TTA. This freaking sucks. Did you know that in the yoga world the part of the body that is associated with sex is also connected to creativity? Here I sit, TTA, super fertile, baby fever so bad it almost makes me forget … Continue reading NFP Sucks. TTA(obvs)