And sisters, this really is the end of the world as we have known it. There is no going back. What you and I grew up with? It’s gone; it’s time to put on our armor and go to war for Christ. Are you ready?
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.
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. am. exhausted. I had heard of “the sandwich generation,” and I vaguely realized that someday I would be a part of it. But I had no idea that I would become part of said generation in an instant, or how devastating the impact would be on me and my family. I had also heard… Continue reading Struggling
I wrote my last post just over a month ago. In it, I talked about how Little Man had a random meltdown about how his Grammy, my mom, was going to die. Two weeks later she had a massive brain hemorrhage. And although my mom did not die, thank God, our lives have all profoundly… Continue reading My Mom
Last night Little Man was in a foul, foul mood. I scrapped the normal evening routine and we took to bed early for Bible stories and mega-cuddles. We read all about Moses, the Pharaoh and the ten plagues. He was intrigued by the blood, the frogs, the darkness. But it was the Passover that really… Continue reading Meltdown at 8pm
It’s February. Historically, for me, this is the roughest month of the year. I struggle with the lack of sunshine, the frigid temperatures, and my anxiety is at its highest. I was hoping this year might be different, but it doesn’t seem to be 😦 But, I have some random things to say, so I… Continue reading It’s February
— 1 — It’s going to snow here again today. Another measurable snow. Like 3-5″. This doesn’t include the fact that it has snowed almost every day this week. I would like to move somewhere warm, where it doesn’t snow 30+” before January is over every winter. Any ideas? Anyone want to trade houses… Continue reading 7 QT: More Snow Edition
Last night we had dinner at my parents’. After dinner, Little Man wanted to go for a walk, and he wanted mommy to go with him. We walked across the backyard to the pond on the golf course. Then we decided to cross a few greens to check out the other pond. The sprinklers (prinkilers… Continue reading There’s A Limit.
Hello, my name is Rachel, and I am a germaphobe. And my germaphobia manifests itself in a very specific form: Emetophobia. Emetophobia: the fear of vomit and/or the fear of the act of vomiting. Specifically for me, it’s the fear of catching a stomach virus. “But Rachel,” I hear you saying, “nobody likes to vomit.”… Continue reading Mama’s a Germaphobe