In my journey as a student-practitioner with Whole Heart, I’ve been thinking, reading & talking about courage a lot lately – and not the kind that would prompt our favorite timid Panthera Leo to mend his ways along that yellow brick road. Rather, I am speaking about those ordinary and everyday choices which form the…
NOW PRESENTING THE BRAVE LITTLE BLOG
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I am changing things up around here and gettin’ focused and brave with this blog. Before now this blog was a hodge-podge of different subjects and ideas that I had in my head. It was previously called Another.Blog. – that’s how scattered it was. Now I’m refocusing and rebranding this space and I’m super excited…
The following is a guest post contribution from one of the You Speak, We Listen speakers (Sept 2020). NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER! I can still hear those words piercing through my ears as if it were yesterday. I heard that vile word for the first time in my adult life while driving my car in Southern…
On Tuesday, September 15th, 2020 I did something that terrified me. Not in the boogeyman under the bed ready to snatch your ankles and drag you underneath kind of terrifying, but the jump from an airplane in exhilaration kind of terrifying. The kind of terrifying that comes with the internal knowing you’re about to do…
I’ve gotten heat that my use of the ‘F’ word will reflect poorly on me as a parent. One argument was that anyone wanting to find fault with my parenting and therefore get in the way of my relationship with my son, might use my social media presence (which often includes my favorite expletive) against…
Despite popular belief, I do have control over my use of the ‘F’ word. Most people wouldn’t know it because they have this assumption that I always shoot from the hip and don’t censor myself. Like I just talk and don’t think about what I’m saying. While sometimes this is true – especially in person…
On the occasion that I have twentyish minutes in the car on my own and that I want to make those twentyish minutes productive – and by productive, I mean, not let my mind wander all over the spaghetti-noodle-looking map of my mind. Sometimes I tune into a podcast called Helping Writers Become Authors with K.M.…
Shame is one of those words that sounds exactly like what it evokes. Shit. Hopelessness. Assholes. Myths. Embarrassment. Shame is why I didn’t admit to any caring adult in my life…