Yesterday, I mentioned a diamond in the rough--there have been so many--yet this child stands out, especially because we spent a summer together in the role of Counselor/Camper. This child was was so precious, and at 12 years old, would also revert to the behavior of a 3 year-old, with on the floor tantrums and melt-downs, sobbing uncontrollably if something set him off. Today I thought of him and was grateful that he allowed me to solidify my own ritual of morning gratitude. I was in the role
Today was a quiet day. I spend a lot of time alone because I have managed to utterly isolate myself over the years--I make others uncomfortable as I am swaddled in layers of insecurities--mental, emotional, and fattal. I made a committment in December not to be in the same place when the next December roles around--not a resolution so much as a plan with right action. I'm a planner by nature, and so an agenda to guide my life has always been one of my best habits, when I'm not engulfed in the
Some bad things have happened in my community the past few weeks. And by community, I mean where I live and work and play, as well as all the social media that go along with it. And I began to reflect on what it is that causes people to treat other people in a particular way. And because I felt angry, I began to examine the root of my anger, the root of the anger of others, and by extension, the motivation for anger. We have so many stereotypes of anger: the angry black woman, the Henry Roll
