But my son can never remove his skin, and he never made the choice to be born Black. He didn’t choose to have people at our recent Freedom Festival parade skip over him for the second year in a row and not give him candy while the white kids on either side of him got handfuls handed to them.
I am sorry I have disappeared! Last Thursday our son, who is normally the pinnacle of health, praise God, was diagnosed with strep throat. It threw a kink into everything, especially when he was given amoxicillian as the treatment. Little Man has a sensitivity to food dyes. We know this, so we just simply avoid… Continue reading Red Dye Wreckage
Today our son is six. Yesterday he was born, I’m pretty sure. I mean, it feels like yesterday. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his newborn body in my arms, smells the newborn smell, remember the overwhelming cascade of emotions I felt that day, hear his first cries when… Continue reading six.
I wanted to write a long, thought out post this evening, but here I sit, eyes heavy from yet another night of little sleep. I spend the evening looking through old computer files trying to find something for someone, and got seriously distracted by videos. Videos of our child, who will be six in one,… Continue reading Time Flies
Last week, a pregnant woman was shot in the head, and killed, in her own home, in Indianapolis. It occurred during a home invasion. She was certainly not the only murder victim in Indy last week, but if you judged by media reports and the way the police department press releases read, you’d think she’d… Continue reading Murder & White Privilege
I don’t understand. We’ve had two snow days. Well, today makes two, technically, as it is only Tuesday, and the snow started on Sunday. Snow. Blowing. Drifting. Frigid conditions. The city, the state, is shut down. Schools closed. Churches closed. Businesses closed. That I understand. What I don’t understand are the people who don’t see… Continue reading I Don’t Understand
Camping at my aunt’s gorgeous lakeside property for two nights. Grilled out pork chops and cheeseburgers. My favorite iced tea in the whole wide world (cinnamon orange spice from a coffee shop in Nashville, IN). Two running bras as my gift. Fresh roasted cashews and sunflower seeds. IBC black cherry soda. Hours of reading while… Continue reading Mothers’ Day