The world is burning yet the sun still shines. Smoke singes my nostrils, entangles itself in my unwashed hair. I drive the kids to school, an ominous glare in the sky. The traffic is as thick as the smoke. We are late. Then Sweet Child O’Mine comes on the radio and what else can we do but crank it up and belt it out?
This is life right now: we are all living and dying. We are singing and crying. We are hunkering down with buttered toast and cups of coffee and dancing wildly in the kitchen together to Rihanna. Continue reading “Hope Is The Light of A Smoke-Streaked Sun”
A few days before the election, my girls watched Cinderella – again. Not the old school animated version, but the newer Kenneth Branagh film. I’m not a fairytale princess hater, but I don’t much like the messaging of these stories: distraught girl endures hardship, gives up everything or patiently awaits – sometimes while in a deep sleep – for a prince of some sort to rescue her. I’ve lectured my girls on the lack of strong female role models in these tales and I’m pretty sure they get it. All three of them are outspoken and confident, hard workers, considerate thinkers and leaders in their own way. Still, they like a good fairytale every once in a while, especially one featuring a dashing prince (Richard Madden anyone?). Continue reading “Trump Won, Now What? Have Courage and Be Kind”
Before I went to bed last night I noticed a single blip in my Facebook feed about a terrorist attack in Israel. The brief description was awful, unbelievable.
“Did you hear anything about a terrorist attack in Israel today?” I asked my almost-asleep husband.
“Hmm? No, nothing,” he replied, drifting off. I glanced down at my screen, but couldn’t bring myself to click on the link. I hoped it was a rumor, hearsay, a fantastical misunderstanding. I shut off my light and fell asleep. Continue reading “Hatred Will Not Hijack My Hope”
My daughter, Ruby, sharing her thoughts after walking through the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. Startling, sobering, hopeful, inspiring. “All of her would-haves are our opportunities.” Never forget.