17 is my favorite number. It is also the number of people that were murdered on Wednesday. 14 is my daughter's favorite number. February 14 was the day 17 people were murdered at their school. A day that our country celebrates love became the day 17 people were gunned down at school. A place that is … Continue reading 17 on 14
Love. It is a a word that is going to take over our world today. Sentiments of love will fill the air and #love will liter our social media feeds. Love is a topic I feel woefully inadequate to contemplate let alone write about. When I was 15 my foster mother asked me if I … Continue reading Love is.
"Mommy come here!" my daughter called from the bedroom. "What is it sweetheart?" "Mommy look, I have a big bruise here and it hurts. What can I do to make it better?" I looked and sure enough Hannah had a big bruise just below her knee. "Honey, there's nothing you can do for a bruise. … Continue reading pain and healing
A man I know from church recently lost his father. I don't know this man well and I never met his father. We are friends on Facebook though and so, as things go with social media, I've learned something about his life that is more intimate than our friendship would dictate is appropriate. His father … Continue reading Dads
On this day, it is so important to remember the legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He epitomizes the Christian pursuit of justice. Rather than write, I would like to listen to what other people have to say. Will you listen with me? This video discusses the way the civil rights movement has … Continue reading Martin Luther King Jr. Day
I wrote this months ago. I dragged my friend to an open mic night because I felt like it needed to be read aloud. I've made some edits since then. I have tried many tactics to make my commute more enjoyable -- driving, walking, trains, etc. A few months ago, I gave cycling a chance. … Continue reading Learning to ride again.
"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!" I heard it shouted as I approach the corner after dropping my daughter off at her new school. One mile we have to walk and she cried the entire way. I made her rush because we were running late. She hates to be rushed. And so she … Continue reading School drop-off