I got a text from my ex the other day.
In it, he told me how terrible he feels right now.
Tag Archives: responsibility
I think I just sold my soul
If you are a follower of this blog, you are perfectly clear on my stance about reproductive rights.
If you are not a follower of my blog (or are a recent follower), these posts will make my position clear.
I simply do not believe you
Keeping kids engaged
I was reading Le Clown‘s post on Black Box Warnings about TWP’s skateboard camp experience and it compelled me to write this post.
Today, my kids learned that people suck
A few months back, I wrote this post about ruining people’s day because I was teaching my children something valuable.
Today, I also had several teachable moments with Z and M. Some of those moments were intentional, some of them…not so much. We (unintentionally) ruined some people’s day today and some people (tried but) failed to ruin ours.
Sister drama
Just about two months ago, I posted this about my sister calling me out of the blue.
To set the stage a bit, my sister and I have never gotten along. Ever. We are like oil and vinegar. I can say I’ve tried to get along with her, to help her. I imagine she would say that she’s tried to get along with me, though, I think most who know both of us would say we both have very different ways of making that effort.
Trying to be thankful
A while back, I wrote this post about making peace with myself and who I’ve become, but I didn’t really say anything about having made peace with my past or how my parents raised me. I’ve written elsewhere on this blog about some of the dysfunction of my family and given some examples, but I’ve not necessarily approached it in a healthy, positive way.
The logic of racism
Z, M and I have had a few discussions about racism. I’m not sure they’ve knowingly been confronted with any yet, but it’s entirely possible that they will deal with it at some point.
Last summer, I took them both to the museum on Canada Day, and there was a display about Harriet Tubman. Z was reading some of the notes on the display, while I was also telling them about Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad.
I’m still weirded out…
…by how people get here.
Therefore, there has been little blogging.
Every time I think of something cool to blog (and by that I mean something that I think is fun, funny, interesting, cool, regardless of what others might think), I start second-guessing myself.
The search string is still on the list of how people have gotten to my blog. I don’t like it.
Overreacting?
Maybe.
Probably.
But, I’m still weirded out by it.
