When You Dismiss My Internet Friendships as Shallow

Someone told me over the weekend that they have real friends, not "internet friends." It was meant to be a verbal stab. But the place it landed was shiny and tough with scars from the many times extended family have complained about me using my voice, especially in a public forum. I’ve been accused of … Continue reading When You Dismiss My Internet Friendships as Shallow

Teach Your Children Not to Harm a Hair on a Black Person’s Head

Face of a black boy in close-up.

The morning of the Charlottesville Nazi march, my white-presenting daughter rubbed her black friend’s short hair and told him it felt like dog hair. This happened in front of me and his mother. We’d been lost in our adult conversation, and neither of us knew how things had gotten here. “Your friend is in charge … Continue reading Teach Your Children Not to Harm a Hair on a Black Person’s Head

Flowers Need the Touch of Your Butterfly Feet (Fiction)

I’m trusting you with my crazy story in hopes that it will help you free yourself. And don’t ask, “Free myself from what?” As soon as I mentioned freedom, your inner voice gave you that answer loud and clear. I don’t judge you for being flustered. I was there myself, just this morning. I rose … Continue reading Flowers Need the Touch of Your Butterfly Feet (Fiction)

Repair is an Act of Devotion (Fiction)

Until I found myself raising three young children with an anemic savings account, no amount of “make it do or do without” admonitions could keep me from responding to every one of life’s needs with an appropriate purchase from Amazon. The gluing and nailing and refinishing of old things was for grandmothers in threadbare dresses … Continue reading Repair is an Act of Devotion (Fiction)

Cutting Out My Abuser is not Personal

It’s rather troublesome that my dad is the one who introduced me to Leonard Cohen. But that’s okay. There are poisons come with their own antidotes and I’ve learned that my dad was one such killer/elixir combination. And it’s not even him. It's not personal. Life itself is what kills you while making the food … Continue reading Cutting Out My Abuser is not Personal