I am the grandchild of slaves. I have worked for huge corporate entities that want to do good and make sure we all have attended unconscious bias training. LGBTQ speak up in these trainings about all they encountered. So do people of color. It is horrible what they have to endure in their regular lives. I do not speak up. People do not want to hear from me. If I speak up, the hate crimes against me will only grow. I am the grandchild of slaves. Slaves who were freed in the 1940s, 70+ years ago, only two generations ago. In those two generations we have embraced our freedom. We are educated. We have bachelors degrees, MBAs, doctorates and post-doctorates. We are prosperous. We drive fancy cars and live in fancy houses. We have no reason to be afraid and no reason to complain. We have been given nothing and achieved everything. I am the grandchild of slaves. I appreciate my freedom every day. I worry about my freedom being tak...
Well, it's the best I can do because I prefer to enjoy the moments with you kids instead of always preserving the memories and not being "in it" with you. But then Alex and Avery, you have both been doing so many amazing things lately that I feel compelled to capture some of them here. 1. This is the comment that made me come back to blog. From the book "Horace, Morris, but Mostly Dolores" which is a story about three young mice who are friends that go on adventures. In describing the adventures, the author writes humorous things like "They sailed the seven sewers" which is of course funny because they are tiny mice who wouldn't sail the seven seas. Then on the next page the mice are on top of what looks like a garbage heap holding a flagpole (the flag is made of cheese) and the caption reads "They climbed Mount Ever-Rust". At this point, Alex asks what this means - Mount Ever-Rust and I explain to him that they are probably in a scrap me...
Dear Alex, Happy 21st Birthday! Typing this feels unbelievable as it is inherently American to believe that a person is a true and complete adult when he reaches the age of 21. (Of course, us mamas like to hold onto the fact that your prefrontal cortex wont fully develop for another four to five years, which means, thankfully, that you will still need us.) And yet there has been tremendous growth over this past year. When you turned 20, I was intimately involved in the day-to-day aspects of your life. It was a privilege to talk to you daily about general nonsense aka "stuff and things". The reality was that the daily check ins were a necessity to combat my own fears, to make sure I was doing my job as a parent to help you grow into a healthy and content adult. I am still here, a year later, to catch you if you fall, however you have learned the skills, you have the skills to catch yourself. So far there hasn't been a stumble, or maybe ther...
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