I’ve been thinking nonstop about what I can personally do in response to George Floyd’s murder. Earlier in the week I struggled with the grief, which felt necessary to me, but also prompted guilt over my own privilege, because I had time and space to grieve when so many do not. I feel ashamed that […]
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How I’m Going to Stop Being Afraid
I just woke up from a series of dreams where I was deeply afraid of something unknown. In one, I feared my own lack of memory; I spent the dream hunting for a name I’d forgotten. It was the name of my third child, a middle child, a boy. Only when I woke up did […]