my mother is a survivor. she is an authentically amazing person. to have her claim you as her own is to be blessed and to never know what it is like to be completely alone in this world. she will feed you. she will clothe you. she will give you shelter and make sure you…
Tag: personal essay
simplicity and the one-pot philosophy
my grandmother taught me the power of one-pot. as a homemaker and working mother she was committed to make sure that her family ate well each and everyday. to this end she designed the one-pot system. at breakfast she planned her pot. she might cut up vegetables or send someone to the store to pick…
everyday hallelujahs
everyday in my work i am awed by the sheer resiliency of children. what they are able to endure absolutely astounds me. no matter the socioeconomic status, no matter the parental head count, race is of no consequence when a person decides to survive there is nothing that can hold them down. today i learned…
on reverence
while walking this morning i came upon this small tree. it stands out in the park among all the greenery both because of it’s color and it’s youth. the other trees surrounding it have stood for generations now. in my mind i think the other trees find its impatience to change and show off its…
i have decided to go on
this blog has been such a wonderful exercise for me. when i began i had no idea that the world of blogging was in fact a world. i count myself among the fortunate to have discovered and been embraced by bloggers the world over. this week i have been sitting with the idea of ending…
embracing the curves
when i was eleven years old my mother had to measure me for a dress. i don’t remember what the dress was for, though i’m sure it had something to do with church, but i do remember her gaping at the numbers. 36. 24. 36. she looked me and said, ‘wanda you’re a brick house.’…
teenagers…i think i learn more than i teach
i work with a young woman who has quite literally been chasing the ‘love of her life’ for months. it’s heartbreaking watching her leap over fences and crawl through valleys for stolen moments and misguided intentions. the object of her affection has been illusive and flighty. in some cases stringing her alone while in others…
i am more than my vagina
as an independent free thinking woman i’ve been thinking a lot about my choices this fall. the reality is that even after 100 years of women protesting marching and attempting to secure equal rights and protection under the law we still make 23 cents less than men. and when it comes to issues of health…
life without credit…there are worst things
here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….
fearfree living 