August Break Day 2: Gold This isn’t just any gold unicorn horn, it’s a talisman perched atop a delightful cake for my daughter’s 20th birthday. As a mermaid, I’m no stranger to magic, but it’s a joy to watch my girl come into her full young woman-unicorn self (next week she may be a sweet blue-feathered bird singing in the rain for love and toasted granola, she does that). I’m participating in Susannah Conway’s August Break photo-journaling challenge. And it… Keep Reading
I drove past this church on our way home after being away with my daughter for a month while she completed a linguistics research fellowship. What better way to begin a new day than with an open invitation for a little pray.
When was the last time you sat around with your girls staring at your new lover’s dick pic? Girls Trip is funny, but that’s not why I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it because it’s raunchy, but not just raunchy, white-girl raunchy. And black girlfriend films don’t get to be too edgy because, until recently, those films relied heavily on the middle-age-movie-after-church audience. This is not a criticism, it’s a financial and cultural reality. How many chick flicks or romcoms starring… Keep Reading
My word for 2017 is grace. May it shine upon me and may I remember to grant it to others. We can all use a little grace in this coming yesr.
The December Reflections group was an amazing experience and a great gaggle of people. I am so grateful to everyone for sharing parts of their life, accepting the invitation of others to come in and sit for a spell, and to Susannah Conway for putting together this activity and challenge. And thank you for taking the time to read my words and view my photographs.
I wish for sanctuary for us all. A place to go when we need to recharge, renew. A place where we are loved and embraced, in the company of others like us. A place to unbraid, bathe our nakedness, and let go.
Only the cadence of the ocean and my journal. A poem for the day.
What makes me smile two days after Christmas? A new hat that fits over my frizzy hair and keeps me warm while on the beach collecting shells, sea glass, and making photos. ❤
Feed the soul. For some, restfulness and quietude come easy. For others, like me, we have to work at it, purposefully. I try to keep a big-ass Zulu basket of crafts, mittens, books, and dried snacks in my car for those moments I need to make a quick getaway. Find me on the beach, basket full of warm pretty things.
2016 is the year it all came crashing down: our belief in the systems that govern us, and the people who govern the facade of those systems. But like the tree in this photo, sometimes there’s a surprising beauty in fallen things.