I post a lot about being pregnant and I’m sure that folks are really tired of seeing my Facebook updates on the matter. The pics. The statuses. Oh, the hashtags. I probably used to be really sensitive about not dwelling on one thing for too long, changing up subject matters and such. 9 months ago,…
#ferguson. Scattered thoughts. Part 1.
(Forgive my lateness…I’ve been mulling over this for a while, unsure of how to talk about it. The other night I couldn’t sleep and the words began to form. I finally added more days later.) I don’t follow the news very closely–I simply don’t make the time. But some things are hard to ignore like…
dreams and such
For two nights in a row, I’ve had dreams that reveal my fear, a fear I didn’t even know I had, a fear that I won’t get to see my daughter. I know. Sounds crazy, right? Two nights ago, I dreamed that because of how out of it I’d been after delivery, I had no…
if i can help somebody
today i woke up in a bit of a funk. i’m an idealist. i woke up knowing i’d slept but not feeling rested. bumber #1. and that’s all it took to begin my focus on things i cannot control. like whether or not those i minister to and with are receiving proper spiritual nurture at…
and then…
(from june 24, 2014) when you haven’t yet cried over something and then the flip is randomly switched… it’s such a vulnerable space. the tears flow as if to say, “dare us to stop,” and you know it’s good and right and real and honest. and still. it confuses while simultaneously clarifying. you could have…
you thought you were hungry but you’re actually dehydrated
I’m sure someone will correct me if I’m wrong. For now, I’ll believe I’m right and I drink accordingly. I’m pregnant, you see, and things are happening to my body that I never could have imagined in either my most creative or delusional moments. One of the latest of these great wonders is feeling sick…
mother’s day: is it for me?
a year ago yesterday, i sat at the end of the church pew and cried. i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t stop it. each tear effortlessly streamed down my face. why? because the children were handing out flowers to mothers but not to me. i tried to prep myself the day before, reading a blog that…