I ate a quarter of a large Ledo’s olive pizza this morning. For breakfast. It was a meal with all the right pieces: carbohydrate, protein, vegetables. I don’t always eat pizza for breakfast, but when I do, I wolf down a quarter of it, and then I tell myself it’s a meal with all the right pieces. […]
Grieving
When I’m grieving, as I am today, words are hard and all I can do is feel. I’ve been reading James Cone’s The Cross and the Lynching Tree, and thinking about the fact that spaces we create to live lives without self-monitoring or code-switching or defense-strategizing are only as safe as the world around us allows […]
