Hoodie = hoodlum?
The blogger explores the role fashion played in the death of Trayvon Martin, a teen wearing a hoodie shot by a self-appointed neighborhood watchman in March 2012. Continue reading Hoodie = hoodlum?
The blogger explores the role fashion played in the death of Trayvon Martin, a teen wearing a hoodie shot by a self-appointed neighborhood watchman in March 2012. Continue reading Hoodie = hoodlum?
Sometimes truth doesn’t need to be spoken in the moment. Maybe it needs to be spoken after the moment — and my anger or frustration — has passed. Continue reading Is Honesty or Timely Honesty the Best Policy?
As I declared then, and continue to believe, I was the victim here, not the rabbit. I was merely its … Continue reading Update on Freaky Friday…
My Freaky Friday involves a series of unfortunate events during which two varsity baseball teams exchange playing skills. That was just the beginning of crazy. Continue reading Freaky Friday…
I’ve always been challenged to “say what I mean and mean what I say,” but, clearly, I am not living … Continue reading Not so “over it”…
I think the “Little Drummer Boy” had it right. The Christmas song tells the story about a little boy who … Continue reading Deep offerings
So a few days ago, I got an email (not personal, mind you, at least I don’t think so…) from … Continue reading FAT enough?
They say ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed,’ but I say my friends are the ones who showed up when I had a need. This is my story. Continue reading ‘That’s what friends are for…’
Procrastinating — perhaps by blogging instead of doing my homework — is not that way to get things done. Continue reading Procrastination…
With visions of the school burning down through the night because of my candle, I left my sleeping husband and drove the 20 minutes — just to check. Continue reading OCD Action News…
Reflecting on time — and timers — as I end my too-busy day and remember, too late, why I do everything I do. It might have helped. Continue reading Where have all the timers gone?
Each time I return to the kitchen, I find more messes, or a full dishwasher that requires emptying, and always work, work, work. Continue reading The call of duty…