The Art of Disappearing When they say Don’t I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say We should get together say why? It’s not that you don’t love them anymore. You’re trying to remember something too important to forget. Trees.…
I’ve been writing this blog for over a decade and am taking a break. Look for my forthcoming book, The Elephant in the Playground coming soon and look to the wonder of daily life.
A dear friend was over and we were talking about life talk and I was telling her the other night as I was facilitating a workshop in race and reconciliation, I had a real moment of divine clarity – I was in my zone. I was doing what I was made to do. After the very first workshop that I offered on parenting through anti-racism, my friend, a spunky and successful business woman told me…
Conversation with a friend on Wednesday: Old paradigms are falling away, the new ones haven’t been created, we are in a time of great chaos and transition. And we are spreading our fear and anxiety to our children. The only thing we can do is hold our center; enormous self-care is needed right now. In order to be Love, we need to first Love ourselves, and then spread our Love as far as it reaches.…
Meet people where they are at, even if where they are at is not where it’s at. [mine] Do not attach your dreams of love and relationship to a person who is not bringing love. [friend] The morning is smarter than the night. [from a Croatian] When the world is overwhelming, break it down. [mine] Think that you might be wrong. [mystery artist] Be Love or Leave. [mine]
I wonder if I indeed have to come to the end of my self-actualization, the one that I have been documenting here for over a decade. Is it possible? These pages have seen me love, lose love, love again, lose again, and keep on loving. I became a mother in this blog. I have gained and lost friendships and family members in these pages. And just as I thought that there could be no more…
Why I’m exhausted every day – all day – just in case you were wondering: 5:35PM: Tin “I’m starving! I need a snack!” Mom “It’s too close to dinner time, we are having chicken salad and crackers.” Tin “What!? Where’s my options?” Mom “You can have chicken salad with crackers or you can have vegetable curry and brown rice.” Tin “I want a third option.” Mom “No.” Tin “I AM NOT GOING TO EAT CHICKEN…
Yesterday, we met an acquaintance and her son for a long overdue playdate in City Park. As our sons played, we chatted and it was interesting to hear her explain about the efforts at Bricolage to discuss racism amongst the parents and staff. Everything she was saying, I kept nodding and saying, “I address this in my book.” I didn’t think about what I was saying until later in bed at that bewitching hour of…
Over the last few days, I’ve been telling my friends that I’m not right, that I might need help, that the world, as Wordsworth said, is too much with us. What I’ve heard, seen, been told, observed, and digested over the course of this telling is that indeed, for all of us, it is this way [sometimes]. So I’ve had to find those cleats to get myself out of this rut, not Wonder Woman style,…