That's So Handy

One day earlier this week, I was in my bedroom putting clothes away. My husband was in the dining room doing some work. I was listening to an audiobook on my phone but I intentionally made sure the volume was low just in case he called back to me. If there was a "hey baby", I wanted to respond to it, making him confident that I was available to hear what he wanted to tell me. The action of turning down my phone's volume was based on  relationship . I can make certain decisions because of details that I know about my husband! Some people have an alternate thinking process: Don't yell to me if I'm in another room. Wait until I come back . And if people know that about them, they will follow suit and wait. My husband and I have a relationship where I know that while I'm in another room, he has a tendency to call to me and tell me stories, ask me questions, or ask me to bring something to him when I come out. Since I know this about him, I made arrangements to be ...

My husband's coworker had been advertising that she has a few lawn signs and bumper stickers of a particular president/vice president candidate for people that wanted them. I thought about getting one but the thought was quickly redirected. Honestly, I felt that publicizing my loyalty to this candidate was somehow going to welcome trouble. Isn't that crazy? Land of the free, home of the brave...It might have been a stretch to think that showing support of a candidate would make us targets for hate. But that was the thought I had, so I ended up not being brave enough to want to display the sign or bumper sticker; the other's  supporters might see it as a welcome sign for hate.  That's what the world has become, a welcome sign for hate! *********************************************************************************** Earlier this past week, I was driving and I noticed that the cars in front of me were not moving but instead were letting drivers come out of an intersecti...

This week I could honestly feel my blood boiling. I felt hate in my heart. On top of grieving the loss of two people I've known, I also grieved because of so much ignorance being posted by those claiming to not be racists. I've developed anger towards specific individuals. Black people are literally SCREAMING for our lives. The fact that some people still don't understand is mind-boggling. I am tired of trying to figure out why some people see the anger, sadness, hopelessness we're experiencing and would rather respond with hate and ignorance instead of sympathy and understanding. They'd rather reprimand us because they are uncomfortable instead of acknowledging the underlying issue. Fighting against people is exhausting. Seeing people in my own community mocking, belittling our struggles has been upsetting. Bigger than one event, we are against systems that see us as less than human; see us as inferior, not worthy of being treated with decency and justice, not wo...