Perhaps the strangest thing about motherhood, the part no one really told you, is how it takes up your space. How it hems you in. How you used to start a day with endless choices and opportunities, and suddenly your options are limited by a tiny human who wants to eat at certain times, orContinue reading “Making Space”
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On Comfort (Or, the Holy Spirit as doula).
So, in the social justice internet circles and books I read, “comfortable” is usually a dirty word. “Comfortable” is a sign you’ve sold out, you’ve bought into the American Dream, you’re valuing your own comfort over the justice that is required for the broader community. “Comfort” is right there next to “Convenient” and these areContinue reading “On Comfort (Or, the Holy Spirit as doula).”
A letter to my white son
I started writing this letter to you just after Mother’s day. And suddenly three months have gone by and you’re almost sitting up and rolling over. That’s just how things go, I guess. Somehow, too, in the same space of time we’ve gone from a police shooting to white supremacists marching in public. That’s alsoContinue reading “A letter to my white son”