I’ll say this. Black women are strong and can handle a lot because we are not allowed the alternative.
"Our pain and complaints are often ignored or dismissed, and many ailments go untreated for years. Sometimes, women die because no medical professional would take us seriously."
It's dark and quiet. The house is getting colder at night. I'm so lonely. I think that's what I'm feeling. There's longing, sure, but loneliness too. I wish I could sleep. It isn't restful anyway. My body aches. I'm allover tired. What to do? What to do?
I'm thankful today. I'm thankful that enough of our lawmakers decided to be decent humans and get rid of this ACA replacement nonsense. For now, at least. I'm also thankful for this past week of free time. The rest was needed and appreciated. I'm thankful for the ability to unplug when I need to. I … Continue reading Day 89: Give Thanks
Wolf and I have been playing with the idea of starting a podcast. We would talk about all manner of things. I don't have much else put together yet, but I just wanted to gage interest at this point. Do you think people would listen to us ramble?
I made my mother cry a little tonight. We went out to dinner and I apologized for being an idiot when I was younger. After she asked where this was coming from, I told her that parenthood makes me want to pull my hair out sometimes. She didn't say anything for a while but I … Continue reading Day 83: Happy Tears
I've been parenting for a number of years now, both children that may or may not have been birthed by me. It's a trip. All the time. Every day. It's most noticeable when the kids are little, but there are some nutty times when adolescence hits. Here are a few things I've learned. Childbirth is messy, … Continue reading Day 79: Six Parenting Notes
Today is deep conditioning/wash day. My hair has been needing it. It absorbs moisture like a dying man in the desert. My recent illness has made me neglectful to my hair and it shows. It's downright crinkly and I need to stop mistreating myself in this manner. After the wash, I'm gonna try … Continue reading Day 76: DC
My son is at the age where he would forget his own head if it wasn't attached. He's managed to lose jackets, shoes, and at least one phone. I spent a good chunk of my afternoon talking to my mother about it and I asked if I was that bad at that age. Her response … Continue reading Day 74: Mom Talk
I took my braids down today and I must say, my hair feels amazing. It's soft and fluffy and it feels amazing to have it loose again. Tomorrow I'll probably work it into a twist out, but tonight I'm swinging loose.
