So I resolve to grow as I learn to hold space for all of us
offering my lucky-white-girl passion as a door of sorts
a leg up past my privilege that imprisons us both to something more
What it comes down to is, my biggest problems are going on inside of me. If that’s not privilege, I don’t know what is. I am safe, healthy, sheltered, fed, supported, and loved. It doesn’t mean I should stop complaining (although I could do less of it) and be grateful all the time (although I ...
By “owning” my choices, I’m better able to appreciate that I chose a different path, the one that was more authentically me. Just because my life looks different than some of my friends’ right now, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have its own unique value.
When we talk about equality in this country, my experience has been that many white people want to focus on how far we have come, to what could be, in an almost altruistic way that omits the icky part in the middle -- white privilege.
When I was a teenager, just starting to question, there was a horrific crime committed in my hometown where two brothers broke into the house of a gay couple and murdered them while they slept in their bed. I believed then that it would never be safe for me to be out. As a teenager, I expected ...
You can spend your whole life developing the skill of not failing, and making decisions that are not wrong. It’s easier and it’s safer. But, how long will you put off what you’re capable of doing just to maintain what you’re currently doing?
I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things.
Let her know that God is not a requirement.
I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her,
And that she decides whom she spends her life with.
I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...