April Showers
Walking between the raindrops. To be lucky. To be strategic. To be spared. April weather is supposed to be rainy. If it had been raining on April 21, 1990, my mother would not have ___________ I pause. I breathe. I no longer say, "died." My dad still says "passed." These words are wrong. Words matter. I sit in a meeting with community volunteers working on words, land acknowledgments marginalized histories. We go back and forth at length about censorship and who deci
No Direction
I have vacation left, more than I thought. The realization was the sigh of damp spring air. The days needed to be spent by early summer....
Make Your Own Bubble (Solution)
I plan for a summer story series and we select themes. Beauty. Communication. Wellness. Nature. I attend a young adult social justice workshop and we talk about categories. White. Black. Indigenous. People of Color. The human brain craves patterns. We attempt to trap connecting details to make our understanding easier. What are you? How are you? What do you like? What are you like? Where are you from? Seeing patterns. Making groups. Association equals speed. S
