Over the weekend Rusty and I went backpacking in the Ozark National Forest. As a kid I went camping alot with my family, but it was always car camping, sometimes for a week at a time, which when I think about it, is pretty awesome. But I had never been backpacking, never packed and carried [...]
This weekend was a lovely and quiet one. It wrapped up a very active week. We stayed in, cooked, gardened, created, laughed, spent time with wonderful family members, and did a lot of reflection. Weekends like this, the ones that are stripped down, are the stuff healing is made of.
We collected ingredients from our [...]
Everybody is all up in arms about Paula Deen’s announcement. Some people are saying it seemed obvious because of the way she ate, some people are tsk tsking her recipe choices, and some people are writing about her as if she needs to promptly provide a last will and testament.
I was diagnosed with [...]
I think I have spent a considerable amount of time in life waiting.
Waiting to be in middle school, to live the glamorous kind of life my older sister lived in 7th and 8th grade.
Waiting to get my driver’s license so I could be independent.
Waiting to go to college, to be on my [...]
Sadie sent me a text yesterday:
“Did you read Dooce’s blog!?”
(Why do we call her Dooce? Her name is Heather! Sheesh!)
I, in straight blog addict fashion, dropped what I was doing and logged on. I began to read her words and they spoke to an achey place I’ve [...]
Today I am reflecting on Martin Luther King Day.
“We are so post racism,” I overheard several months ago at a coffee shop, “after all, we elected a Black president.”
I tried hard not to scoff too loudly.
We aren’t “post racism.”
I am married to a white man and as a African American [...]
Something sexy this way comes! (a solute to all my literary lovers
Have you ever heard of Blueprintforstyle.com ?
Me either.
A couple of weeks ago Monica Barnett joined a group I am a part of and it [...]
I used to, and sometimes still do, carry an immense amount of anger toward my mom. My inner child cries out at the pain it experienced. Some of my wounds have yet to heal. It wasn’t until I began asking more questions about my mom’s story that a fog began to lift. I was able [...]
Max has figured out how to get into the cabinet under the kitchen sink. You know the one, the cabinet that houses all the grimy sponges and rejected vases that don’t fit into my designated “GLASSWARES” cabinet, the plastic bowl and scrubber brush with brown stains of mysterious origins. Its the cabinet with the cleansers, [...]
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