Monthly Archives: February 2011

Hairbows at Thirty…

I have gray hair.  In fact, my roots now, are all gray.  It’s a lack of color, a shimmery but depressing hue to remind me that although my body is 29, my hair is apparently feeling much, much, older.  My body, this body that isn’t supposed to betray me and grow cancerous cells and diseases. I’ve been…

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An Open Letter to John Kline

Dear John Kline, You’re my representative.  But you, voted against me and my daughter.  What did you vote for?  You voted to cut Federal Funding to Planned Parenthood and your vote could cost millions of women their health and my daughter, her mother. You probably weren’t thinking about women’s health, though.  You were thinking about…

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Thursday Inspiration: Wear The Right Shoes

When I birthed my daughter, my feet were bare.  The callouses of my heels pushed up against the metal and plastic that braced itself for my power. My daughter, burst into the world, with beautifully, naked, toes.  In that moment, we were no longer one.  In a glorious instant, my life began anew.  I started…

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Just Sing Out.

When I was young, I used to think silence was reverence.  I’ve come to understand that our voices acknowledging another mean so, very, much, more.  On a random search tonight, this video came up.  As Hansard, Rice and Merchant go up the microphone, their giggles erupt through the air.  By the second verse, people have…

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We Are Not Our Number: Thoughts From A Social Media Addict

Dear Facebook, I am a friend hoarder, and I’m sorry.  It hit me this evening as someone I knew in High School remarked, “I don’t know why there’s so many mean people in the world,” and the posts after recommended she pat herself on the back she was so kind, that I took a breath,…

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Capitol Hill

I grabbed the stationary from the Washington Court Hotel as almost an afterthought.  The bags were perched by the door and the bed was haphazardly remade to resemble the fact that I wanted to leave the room as I had found it.  I tucked the heavy, creme-colored paper in between the screen and keyboard of…

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