born into it
I can still remember eight or nine-year-old me, asking my dad a question that was heavy on my young heart, hoping for an answer that would help me: why do we do...
I can still remember eight or nine-year-old me, asking my dad a question that was heavy on my young heart, hoping for an answer that would help me: why do we do...
I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...
Anger is exhausting. Rage burns in us and sometimes we burn too. Rest where you can.
We are always grieving someone else, angry at another loss, raging at the injustice that the most vulnerable of us are always facing.
Choice without accountability is cowardice. It is to lie to yourself and to others.
Time is not really a flat circle; it does turn back on itself in an endless loop, but perhaps if we are lucky the loop is a spiral and we are getting somewhere ...