For many years, I thought the best way to eliminate racism was to be colorblind and to teach my children to not see color. Social justice was important to me, and it seemed logical, at the time, that if I pretended that we are all exactly the same, the world would treat everyone as such. I remember the moment my heart changed. It was in the aftermath of Michael Brown's death. The Ferguson protests were in the news, and as a Missouri native, many of my friends had a lot to say about it on social media. A friend of mine from middle school who is black, wrote a post about how many times he had been pulled over...
It's time to stop & look in the mirror. Our mothers taught us, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." I am bothered by all the keyboard gangsters out there telling mega-churches and others what they "need" to be doing. I will point out that most of these people posting things like this are doing NOTHING themselves to help the victims of Hurricane Harvey. You know why? Because those who ARE doing something to help don't have time for any kind of finger pointing or being worried at all about what someone else is or isn't doing for them. Instead of looking for who isn't doing something you think they should be doing, start...
I went to bed with a heavy heart last night. The word 'heavy' sounds too light in writing. I can not describe in words how I am truly feeling at this very moment. It is normal to feel angry, sad, frustrated, and anxious when watching the news these days. What is happening in Texas has me on my knees. It was a little over a year ago when I too was standing face to face with the fear of what was to come as I watched the water come closer and closer to our home. It crept up on us as if it were a predator, and we were its prey. Then it pounced.
It changed my life forever.
My...
I've seen a number of people on my Facebook feed express the sentiment "Silence is consent" regarding the recent events in Charlottesville. And while I do agree, that standing by the side, being silent is consent, I'm not so sure I agree that it applies to Facebook. Here's why.
Years ago, I posted on political issues continuously. What ended up happening was that someone would decide to argue the opposite point on my thread for whatever reason (whether that's how they really felt, or they just wanted to be contentious has yet to be decided). Whenever this happened, it would quickly escalate. People who were mutual friends of mine would begin tearing each other apart online. I often felt stuck in the...
We're about to get flooded with Facebook Memories.
OH YOU CAN BET that pun is intended :: Facebook Memories … like it or not, here they come.
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I worked late last night and came home to a tame house and fed children. One was playing in the bath after her first day of second grade, and the other was making blasters out of Light Bright pegs near his daddy, who was folding clothes on the couch. There was music filling the room from the speaker in the kitchen, and it wasn’t necessarily a sad song but tears started to blur my vision. I'm still hoping to blame it on some sort of hormone issue but no matter the reason, the weight of...