“Why are your eyes red?” The big black eyes looked curiously at me as their owner asked a question I didn’t know how to answer. “Oh I’m just kind of hot,” I whispered. The worried little chubby face softened into a shy smile. “Me too.” The two of us were huddled in a tiny bathroom with 20 or so other students and their teachers. We barely fit inside.
Like, oh roughly, 99% of the country right now, I’ve jumped on the Marie Kondo bandwagon. Actually that’s a lie. I haven’t watched a single episode, but I caught the gist from the preview on my way to watch Lady Dynamite.
Anyhoo, the important thing is I’ve made a life-altering decision based on a 30 second clip and the siren song of the latest trend sweeping its way through cluttered homes everywhere: I’m about to Marie Kondo my life. I’m serious, if something isn’t sparking immediate joy, that ish is on its way to the proverbial Goodwill.
Throughout every atrocity, every outrageous thing that has happened over the past couple of years, I have tried to remain hopeful. I have turned my anger into action, and I have encouraged others to do the same.
But this latest thing- a 7-year-old little girl dying of dehydration while in the custody of U.S. Border Patrol- has me gutted.
A few months ago I was served a big ol’ helping of judgement by a fellow mom. I know, I know, I was shocked, too.
I’ll spare you the details, but the gist of it is that I walked in on her commenting to another woman about the cleanliness, (or lack thereof), of my house. I froze when I heard her, shame immediately flooding my body. My smart ass side mercifully kicked in a few seconds later, and I greeted her with the biggest oh-yeah-I-heard-you smile I could muster. She had the decency to look mortified. Continue reading “Thank you, Judgmental Woman!”
I wrote this post over 2 years ago. I think of it often, especially these past couple of weeks.
I always spend the last 20 minutes or so of my workout stretching on a mat in a quiet corner of the gym. A few minutes after I got on my mat today, a man came over, put his mat very close to mine, (less than a foot away), and began stretching as well. It felt like such a strange move, considering that it was an off time and not many people were at the gym. He had the floor almost entirely to himself, and he had chosen to place his mat mere inches from mine. Continue reading “A Day in the Life”
Let’s face it: clickbait headlines are everywhere these days. Much like a virus, they’re unavoidable, they’re sneaky, and they leave you feeling icky inside. Imagine then, if you will, if some of history’s most famous “headlines” had been written as clickbait.