Even though I typically feel some sadness or melancholy around my birthday, that feeling caught me unprepared this morning. After all, it's a clear-blue-sky sunny day after a night of thunderstorms. Everything feels clearer, sharper. More alive. Except me. It's my birthday week. A reminder that I'm aging quickly, that life has gotten harder in … Continue reading Do you ever feel sad around your birthday? I do.
Brilliant autumn days don't come along that often, so I knew I had to get out and enjoy this one.
Even if we aren't conscious of these traumaversaries, they have an impact on us. Because—on some level—we remember the pain and connect it with that time of year.
Since I started this blog series over a year ago, I've been much more aware of my thoughts and actions regarding race. And with that awareness more memories are popping up. When I was reading Michelle Obama's memoir Becoming, one of her experiences reminded me of a time when I spoke from a racist perspective … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: The time I opposed an MLK holiday
Yeah, I'm a bit superstitious, so I'm hesitant to share my good news about acupuncture. But here goes, jinxes be damned! First, my background with acupuncture. Seven plus years ago I had several rounds of acupuncture during my chemo treatment time periods. I think it helped, but since I didn't have a "normal" baseline, I … Continue reading Acupuncture: I’m afraid to jinx myself, but . . .
Do we pre-judge each other by our names? Yes, we do. Or at least I do. As a new topic in this blog series as I look at my own racial prejudices (my pre-judging), I've been considering names. Does my racism start when I learn someone's name? What if I were the person who does … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: What’s in a name?
I think there was an unwritten rule: Do business with people of your own race.