Dr. Robin DiAngelo explains “identity politics” at the beginning of her landmark book, White Fragility: “The term identity politics refers to the focus on the barriers specific groups face in their struggle for equality. We have yet to achieve our founding principle, but any gains we have made thus far have come through identity politics.… Continue reading Interrupting Sense of Entitlement
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
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…
2019 arrived and I didn’t much care. On New Year’s Eve my stomach hurt. I cut out at 11:30pm with no regrets. We’re on the tail end of a family vacation which has gone remarkably smoothly. Everybody has gotten to do most of the things they wanted to do: speedskate, ski, run, play video and/or… Continue reading Yes, and