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Your Life Matters

Originally posted on Doing Wells:
A Time to Mourn. I don’t often cry on my way to work. Normally it’s just a dull drive in, weaving between the slow drivers while trying not to get rear-ended by the fast ones. But this past week, I found myself sitting in traffic with a tear on my cheek. I was listening to a panel discussion at the Village Church. Pastor Matt Chandler was interviewing four African-American believers about how they reacted to the shootings in Minnesota, Baton Rouge, and frankly every state in America at this point. As they shared how they felt,  I found myself weeping with their pain. I guess I was fulfilling Romans 12:15: Weep with those who weep. In our world, this means we must weep with African-Americans AND with law enforcement officers. In our world, this means we must be weeping a lot. Almost unceasingly. Yet, it’s so easy to get callous toward these events. They’re happening so often, and the rapid fire of shooting tragedies has caused my heart to grow hard. To move on so…

Play Store vs Playground

There are at least three playgrounds within the immediate area of the condo I live in, with my husband. Every morning when I join the rest of the corporate zombies on the clogged-up highway, I pass two out of the three playgrounds. When I return from work, I pass by the third playground. Yet, these playgrounds are empty and completely devoid of children laughing and playing on them.

The Groans of a Pregnant Working Mum

Originally posted on MiddleMe:
As I was working on the research of my article “Working and Pregnant at the Same Time”, I interviewed a number of pregnant working women all over the world. I found out that my first article did not bring out their workplace groans as I would love to do hence this article is a representation of their voices. Enjoy! “My boss is extremely supportive and in fact, she and I got pregnant at the same time! But when she cut short her maternity leave to come back to work, she had expressed explicitly that she hoped that I do the same. I didn’t but I felt so guilty when I went back to work.” Alice, 28, Fashion Buyer “I had the most evil boss ever. He made sure I do overtime even he knows I am in my third trimester and I am due in a month. He made me feel guilty for being pregnant. Fortunately for me, when I came back from my maternity leave, he was transferred to another…

Collect Memories, Not Things… or Both? 

Originally posted on the Confessions of a Wanderer:
The saying goes “collect memories not things” …. but sometimes when you’re living abroad it’s very difficult to not wind up doing both. As I prepare to move back to America after living in Barcelona for 2 years, I am realizing how much random crap I’ve accumulated. But along with all this random crap comes some amazing and unforgettable memories.? I have tons of clothes that remind me of certain places I’ve been, people I met and things I’ve done. A pair of boots I bought in Berlin because my shoes broke during a walking tour and the ground was covered in snow and I wouldn’t survive the day in my broken shoes. A purse I bought in Italy at one of the leather markets. A sweater I bought in Salamanca because the nights were colder than I expected. A red nail polish (that’s the perfect shade of red) given to me in the Amsterdam airport in a Christmas give away.? I have a collection of airplane…

Art and Violence

Originally posted on Cristian Mihai:
Could art influence people in such a way that they start shooting each other? Do we absorb the violence we see in movies and video games? Do we try to apply what we see in the real world? Interesting. It really is fascinating to see that some people believe that we can’t really discern what’s real from what’s not, that we don’t understand that the general convention of art is that it’s not true. As close as art and the real life are, we know art only mimics real life. And it does show for a reason. To transmit a message. Now that’s the closest to being true anyone who feels that violence in art instigates to violence will ever be. Art, in all its forms, has the ability to transmit a message to an audience. The better the art, the more receptive the audience. But most people are just missing the point. As long as you UNDERSTAND and ACKNOWLEDGE that any fictional universe (in a movie, a video game,…

An Angry World: Shooting Death of Philando Castile Marks a National Epidemic

Originally posted on The Neighborhood:
His energy ran low and he collapsed outside of the community church. Completely out of breath, Brooklyn looked up at the distinguished steeple and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Why don’t you help us! Why don’t you come back and help us!” – excerpt from An Angry World ? ? ⊕⊕⊕⊕⊕ Shooting Death of Philando Castile Marks A National Epidemic Falcon Heights Minnesota by Kendall F. Person Everything about this one was wrong, even this sentence. So many shootings of Black men in America by officers of the law who are sworn to protect and serve, occurring so often, that we now have frames of references. So openly violent, that if not for the entirety of the gripping and ultimately tragic video – the voice of the little girl, the darkness which amplified the sound, the epic breakdown of an incredibly strong woman, who held it together and broadcast her plight to the whole wide world – news of another shooting would have been garden variety and not even noticed outside of…


BeautyBeyondBones I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I wish I could “un-know” things. You know what I mean? Like, I wish I didn’t know some of the things I do. I wish I could un-learn them. Un-see them. Like Justin Timberlake with cornrows. Or the girl from the movie, The Ring. That disturbing image will forever be seared into my brain. And, this is coming from the girl who was terrified of scary movies, and would “watch” those flicks from behind a pillow when my friends would insist on watching them. Or if you walk in on your parents “doing it.” Not that that’s ever happened to me. But so I’ve heard. I did walk in on my friend’s dad pooping….that was pretty scarring. Never went over to that house again, that’s for dang sure. But all jokes aside, there are things that I just wish I didn’t have knowledge about. I… View original post 732 more words

Manners Can Kill

Originally posted on The Musing Quill:
Apparently, manners and I don’t get along well. Don’t look so surprised. Not yet. Save it up for what comes next. If you’ve been following this blog you’d already know that I have never been the best kid in the world. Blame the generation gap, blame me, and blame whoever you like. But that’s that. For one, I love to be left alone by which I mean I am the last person who would willingly invite or visit people, let alone be hospitable. And my parents have never been able to understand why. Usually, when I am supposed to meet visitors at home (which, by the way, I hate most), I do it for the sake of my parents and yeah, also because who later wants to go through endless hours of exhausting verbal tyranny of sorts. All the smiles, the greetings, if only the visitors knew how fake all of it was, they’d never again show up. Yeah, go ahead, call me an antisocial shrew. Now, the biggest…