Tin woke this morning with fever again and he clung to my body and would not stop saying, “I love you.” How is it that you want these moments and when they come you’re worried more than overjoyed? His fever has subsided but then again so has the thermometer – which broke the last time we took it – (97°) – and so deep breath and here we go, day three of the Summer Cold.…
Yesterday, I was doing the phones – boom boom boom – and then ran out to do a podcast about Transracial Parenting and segued to the American Sector for a drink with a friend, and then Ogden Museum to hear Andrew Duhon, a singer/songwriter who not just because of the fact that he called me radiant, is now on my playlist. And I came home and got in bed and my head was reeling and…
My mother told me she didn’t know where I got my confident attitude from – she said she would see me walking out of school when she came to pick me up and my confidence made me stand out from the rest. So maybe it’s no coincidence that a long time ago I mastered the ability to FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT, which stayed with me for most of my adult life – up…
I just handed over the keys to Tatjana’s apartment for the month of July. A local musician and yoga friend posted on Facebook that she needed a place for July and boom there it was. She said to me as I gave her the keys, “I can’t thank you both enough — it’s funny how the universe provides.” Today, I woke to Tatjana out of the country, Evan out of the country, and all four…
So Tin said goodbye to his best friend for the summer as he is leaving Monday for France and Tin will already be in Spain then Croatia when he returns. Like all good friends, their relationship is not always smooth, but unlike adults, their highs and lows are spaced across seconds instead of months or years. Their playdate today yielded tears, anger, and hugs and giggles. For me, the mom, bearing witness to boys growing…
I have subscribed to the adage that I’ll sleep when I’m dead for many years now, but honestly the bed has been tugging me for a while. Between moving yet again this month, traveling to San Francisco for an in-depth seminar on facilitating race dialogue, working on a research project, and being the mother of a 4-year-old – rest/sleep/down-time has not come easy. Last night, friends came over and we went to grab a drink…
I’ve finally arrived at the other side of “when this is over, I can breathe” and now it’s about doing more than just getting through the days. This afternoon, I’ll be on It’s New Orleans again to do a podcast on my new work – writing and speaking about race and parenting. I’ll be talking about a new book I’m working on as well as the workshops I’ll be facilitating. If you’re in town stop…
At the end of 2012, I was given the gift of clarity and once I had it, I embraced it. Clarity is a wonderful thing to have and with it you can move the world. I met a woman at a retreat I was recently attending who said that there is no need for argument when you have clarity. She also told me this: “Do what is easy, effortless and enjoyable. Stay away from what…
Looking down on the bay, I always wonder at how blue it is. The Tenderloin doesn’t change – grit, grime, and those left behind. Joe says, “You got another mansion, Rachel” right when I’m feeling things are tight. People weave in and out of your life, brushing up against you and jostling you around, coming back in to hold a mirror that shows where you’ve been and how far you’ve come and all the while…