She stood in her crib, legs anxiously shuffling as she let out frustrated cries and signed vigorously. In the darkness, I could feel her hands on my cheek as I bent down and held her in place, rubbing her back and gently saying, “No milk, baby. No milk.” It felt as if we were growing…
i don’t promise eloquence, just words.
There’s so much in my little world that currently has something to do with race, race relations, and racism (nothing against me, that I know of, but involving people/entities that I know and/or am impacted by). It’s easy to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all, to wonder what to say or if to even…
Hair today…
(This was written on Feb 6, 2016.) She watched me wash my hair the other day. I felt as if it were a black history moment because she’ll never know what it’s like to sit in between my knees and have her hair detangled. It’s not looking likely, anyhow. Her hair has big wispy curls…
“no” = “I don’t love you”?
We’re afraid to be honest but when we are honest we’re afraid to be wrong so then we lose all sense of gentleness. It’s a mess.
…processing
It’s the last day of the year and I have many regrets. I’ll fill your eyes with none of them, at least not in full detail. Why bother? They’re in the past. Yet I bring them up because I’ve grown up with the message that we shouldn’t have regrets and, well, I think that’s unrealistic….
ask & try, ask & try
My friend and fellow campus minister, Heather, and I often joke about the things we do in our jobs that Seminary didn’t teach us. These things typically fall into the “pesky” box. We’d rather ignore them, delegate them, toss them out the window…but can’t. Today another such thing fell into my lap. I suppose I…
cars, food, babies
I couldn’t just Facebook this. I had to blog so that I can more easily return to this memory when she’s 16 and we’re discussing the complex yet uncomplicated nature of boys. Today I ate lunch outside of our house while sitting in the car. No, it wasn’t food I picked up en route. It…