Spirited Away

Photo: Joy is friends who get me. I walked into church on Sunday and a friend handed me a bag right before Coffee Hour with this little buddy in it. I near about cried. My mom has an extensive Black Santa collection, but I haven’t started one of my own at my house. This is…

Of Bystanders and Participants

  I am raising boys of privilege. Yes, they are of color, too, so they won’t get the full weight of the benefits that entails… but they are boys living as privileged a life as I can give them. They benefit from highly educated parents. They benefit from a safe, well-resourced community. They benefit from…

I’ll Not Be Consumed or Re-Labeled

Photo: I started my holiday-gift crafting back in late July. Three projects for three special people. The fruits of my labor are really starting to show now. I can’t show you everything, but I hope to give you a peek from time to time.   I woke up this morning to the #metoo hashtag and immediately…

[Quiet Thoughts] of Returning to Ourselves

Photo: I choose to disregard the mess and see only the tower. Only the tower. There is no mess there. I’m very impressed by the build, and that’s why I share. It’s tall and interesting and they’ve got all the blocks facing just the right way. It’s beautiful. And then there is the runway/parking lot for…

Lean in? Take off? Just Another Day.

Photo: The best kind of playground is the playground we get all to ourselves.  Minor and I got to do whatever we wanted without any interference from other kiddos. Mostly this meant that Minor could be brave and try new things without an audience: so we practiced pumping on the swing, climbing a ladder that…

Finding My Feet

Photo: It is slack-jaw gorgeous here in MetroWest right now. Peak color, active falling of leaves, a gentle breeze to keep things in motion. The eye doesn’t know where to focus, because everything is too beautiful for words. Sunny day or gray like yesterday, it doesn’t matter. It’s undeniably beautiful.   I am a little…

[Quiet Thoughts] When True Words are Spoken

Photo: It is just as I left it, yet always a little different, which is what makes my little thinking spot so awesome. I started this week running a bit on empty. It would seem that the “false start” of last week’s two days of school were more disruptive than productive. My mind thought that…