The five of us stood in the ebbing tide of her grief. She took a second glance at our girls. They would perhaps never know the dull sensation of waiting for the company of someone you love deeply, but can't quite recall.
Breaking generational cycles is hard f**king work. It is so easy to parent the way we were parented, blindly hand-down archaic attitudes, and hold our children to standards that predate our own existences. Our only hope to ensure that the generation we are raising will improve the world they are inheriting, is to make sure we are improving on the world we were given.
Children have been thrust into a dimension demanding from them a great deal of self-management, academic rigor, and work productivity. Kids are keenly aware of this and are feeling this pressure. I see it and hear about it from my students every day.
I thought that love was enough to sustain a marriage--to truly make it last a lifetime I figured you just needed to know how to love really hard. And when my wife and I got married at age 26, I was so certain we'd nailed the love part and it would be smooth sailing from there.
Chadwick Boseman's role as Black Panther meant so much more than cool Halloween costumes on that day, and always will. Black Panther made the brilliance, beauty, and resilience of Black Boys visible for all to see.
I'm not suggesting we give out medals for washing the dishes. But, I wonder how many times we dismiss opportunities to celebrate success with our kids because we are, in part, denying our own mortality.
It questions the validity of loving someone who is struggling to love themself, and under what conditions love can and cannot transcend.
https://www.facebook.com/azhrsn/posts/10103023678860210 When my father died, I wrote an honest eulogy about the legacy of abuse and emotional unavailability he left behind. I wasn’t exactly processing his death as a means of saying goodbye, because I’d cut off ties with him nearly a decade previously. But the goodbye between us happened privately. And up until I… Continue reading Breaking the Rules: Dysfunctional Family Dynamics
About 3 weeks into quarantine, I began having severe back spasms. By week 4, I was barely sleeping. My nights became short pockets of light sleep with bizarre dreams that were frequently broken up by an avalanche of anxious thoughts pummeling through my mind. By week 5, I was so exhausted and stressed out that I began having panic attacks
A series of assumptions had been made about our marital, familial, and biological relationships and based entirely on the ignorance and prejudice of the individuals whose care Sage's life depended on in that moment.
She who sees herself as Master of the Present Moment is immediately left in the past.