Waking Late, Blackness & Dylann Roof

1 I am, at long last, becoming the girl-woman who consistently appreciates being in her own skin. I have morphed into something other than a butterfly, which is how I used to romanticize my life in older blogging days. I used to use images of butterflies and rainbows and shit to describe the poetry of…

Dear Muse, Can We Not? Thanks.

Could you not do that thing where you wake me up after I’ve only been sleeping a mere two hours with that great idea that can’t seem to wait until morning, when I and the rest of the world are regularly up and walking around? Seriously. I’m not trying to sound ungrateful, I’m really not….

First the Pain, Then the Splendor

“Owning our stories means reckoning with our feelings and rumbling with our dark emotions— our fear, anger, aggression, shame, and blame. This isn’t easy, but the alternative— denying our stories and disengaging from emotion— means choosing to live our entire lives in the dark.” —Brene Brown, Rising Strong   Once upon a time, I was…

Feeling Over-Exposed

It’s barely 7 am and I’ve already watched four Youtube videos this morning. The first three were videos on spreadsheets and data analysis. The fourth inspired this post. The fourth video was a talk by Brene Brown (her books changed my life). I thought I already saw all of her Youtube videos, but I realize…