Valuing Personal Growth and its Important Place in Anti-Racism
I don’t want to stay silent.
But what do I have to offer you other than the basic platitude of having said something and anything.
I don’t want to stay silent.
But what do I have to offer you other than the basic platitude of having said something and anything.
Tomorrow Today is my 39th birthday.
I’m excited to spend the next year in anticipation of 40 — I know a lot of women who fully grew into themselves in their 40s and continue to up their ass-kicking quotient as they go. I just hope I’m able to have a 40th birthday party the way god intended — drunk, in a bar, hugging everyone. I have the feeling this 40th trip around the sun will be nothing if not interesting. And also a little boring, probably. Hopefully.
I want all things related to my brain to fit neatly into one box, column, or category. Life would be so much easier that way. I guess, to some extent, this is how many of us feel — it’s why people will stretch their realities to make horoscopes fit their lives. It’s why we adore reading pages that break us down into our Myers-Briggs categories, or why we like to find out which type of potato chip we are.
I’ve been sitting in my bathtub for an hour, reading a book and occasionally refreshing the water with a fresh burst of heat.
I’ve been through an entire relationship since the last time I wrote a blog post. Not sure what it says about my blogging or dating.
My journey to online dating began like so many others.
Boy meets girl –> boy and girl fall in love –> boy and girl get married and have babies –> boy and girl fall out of love –> boy and girl divorce.