I took a mental health day today. It was not my first and will not be my last and it helped. If felt wise to claim it when I did at 6am underslept, overwhelmed, stretched thin. To recognize that my mental equilibrium may require down time in the midst of everything. It’s time to restart.… Continue reading Quiet Times
I believe there may be a kind of exhaustion which cannot be cured with a few good nights’ sleep. This exhaustion leaves you largely functional and provides you with just enough energy to make it through day after day after day, but once the social demands of the workplace are shut off, so is your… Continue reading A cycle of exhaustion
Silence, I am told, can be useful. As a way to keep the peace, to insure that the cat stays in the bag and does not cause a disturbance. Silence, I hear, has its place. It can hold things together like marriages and friendships and abusive structures. It works a charm at keeping people in… Continue reading What Silence Is For
I’m attending a conference in Brussels, Belgium and it is a delight. There are several reasons for this. First among them, I have the opportunity to spend quality time with real friends, all of whom I have met through Twitter. Second, I am here as a consumer. I am not presenting, speaking, serving on a… Continue reading #ISBLbD Sherri Goes To Conference
“Space!” “Find a space.” “Is that a good space?” “Find your own space.” I spend a lot of my teaching days talking about space – why we need it, what it looks like when we all have it, or when only a few of us have it. I talk about space and safety, space and… Continue reading Space And Respect
Dr. Tressie McMillan Cottom has a new book out and I’m beyond excited to have it in my hands very soon. In THICK she offers us a collection of essays which connect the personal with the political, the theoretical with oh-my-God-that-really-happened real. I can tell you this because while I wait for my own precious… Continue reading Welcome, THICK!
Originally posted on Sherri's Slice of Life Project:
Disappointment I’ve stopped being skinny. I have folds around the middle. I think less of myself and suppose others must think less of me too. In this new state, I am a disappointment. Shame My pants no longer fit comfortably. Some waistbands are tight. Some pairs…