Mom and I saw a play last night called ‘Here There Are Blueberries.’ You can certainly look the play up yourself, but I’m going to share with you my very rudimentary understanding of the plot and premise and purpose. There are some opening bits, but basically, the play tells the story of an album of… Continue reading Here There Are….
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Dear Mr. Butker.
Dear Mr. Butker, I paused before crafting this correspondence, for so many reasons. You are, as they say, viral at this very moment. Your commencement speech at Benedictine College has drawn attention like none other than I’m aware of. You have your supporters and those who strongly object to you and your words, and then,… Continue reading Dear Mr. Butker.
Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3.
Someone told me the other day that they missed me outreaching them as much as I used to. They said that the frequency with which I reached out, and my confidence in doing so, made them feel loved in a way that they hadn’t much in their life thus far. They were sharing that they… Continue reading Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3.
Lions, and tigers, and BEARS- oh my.
I almost rolled my eyes at myself when I started writing this one. So many humans are commenting on the man versus bear discussion. So many. Need I be one more? I mean, yes. I have to be. I didn’t want to be, but then a friend brought the story up to me this morning.… Continue reading Lions, and tigers, and BEARS- oh my.
Don’t grab ’em anywhere.
I had drinks with a friend last night after work. We met to swap war stories and catch up on life. She’s a newer friend but a human that I liked nearly the second I met her. You know when you meet someone and you just know, almost immediately? That was this person. And, I… Continue reading Don’t grab ’em anywhere.
An Ode to the Best Girls.
A few years ago, or perhaps a few more than that, I had the great pleasure of meeting a group of young women called the South Woods Warriors. My mother was a middle school teacher for many years until she retired, and during her tenure as a teacher, she pulled together a group of young… Continue reading An Ode to the Best Girls.
Swoosh (and Miss).
Nike recently released its design for the women’s Olympic track team. Perhaps you saw it in the news. If you didn’t, let me describe it for you. It’s a leotard. It’s this purplish pinkish pattern with cartoonish font across the front that reads ‘USA,’ as well as the American flag and the Nike swoosh. The… Continue reading Swoosh (and Miss).
I Will Leave.
My father is reading “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller and shared with me the following dialogue exchange from the novel: “I will leave, if there will be trouble.” “Do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.” He asked me to contemplate these sentiments, to reflect. If I’m honest,… Continue reading I Will Leave.
So, I’m the worst?
There is something particularly gutting about someone telling you that you aren’t communicating well. That seems an overly general statement, as I’m not sure that everyone feels that way. I do. If I’m being completely candid, there are times that my brain is moving faster than my mouth. It’s my heart, too. There are all… Continue reading So, I’m the worst?
Even Steven?
I was trying to tell a friend the other day that I have been feeling unconfident about our relationship, our connection. I was feeling vulnerable and so, I was nervous, and therefore, I was fairly inarticulate. If I’m being honest with myself, I think this friend knew exactly what I was trying to get at,… Continue reading Even Steven?
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