Unpacking the unreal response to my last post. “Unreal” applies to my perception. I wrote my poem with some urgency but could not, would not anticipate the scope and depth of feedback I received. I am still reeling from the experience. I wrote a thing about wearing my hair in its natural state to school… Continue reading A Complicated Response
Hair out. That’s how I’d have to say it, right? Hair out, as in: not down, not “open” as one would say in German. I wore my hair my natural Black hair out at school all day long. Which is to say I wore an Afro. An unpicked, unshaped tussle of curly strands crowning my… Continue reading What Happened When I Went To School With My Hair Out
There’s this sort of internal breathlessness that comes up when I reel through my twitter feed trying to catch as catch can important events, significant reads, personal check-ins all in the space of a few hours a day. I feel like I can’t possibly catch up. Then I begin to ask myself the weightier question:… Continue reading “Caught Up”
Negative stress, my husband informed me, comes from the feeling of not having control. Yeah, that makes sense, I agreed with him. It’s a straightforward insight and yet I hadn’t heard it put in such clear terms before. I’ve held onto that thought ever since. I began observing myself in situations where I became impatient,… Continue reading Got control?