I got a new desk. Well, not exactly a new desk, more like a used, new-to-me desk. My sister relocated from Atlanta to Chicago and was unable to envision a spot for her custom made, antiqued grey, 300-pound concrete top, two-person desk at her urban loft. In case you can’t tell, I’ve a l w … Continue reading Sparking Joy
I work at a soup kitchen located in the town where I live. Not as a volunteer, but as one of two paid employees. I was a volunteer for nine years before I was hired. My interest in the soup kitchen began innocently. I chaperoned a “field trip” for the school service club my daughter … Continue reading That Moment
As 2018 ends, instead of making promises to change who I am for 2019, I am going to do something different.
I haven’t been posting regularly. October was a tough month. It truly beat me down.
"Once you become aware, you become responsible." - Theo Schaffer
Every time I think we are finally on the path forward, smooth sailing, something happens. BAM. Bump in the road. It’s become quite routine actually!
I’m taking a writing break this weekend and next weekend because I’ll be traveling! We visited Heather this weekend for Parent’s Weekend and we’re taking an anniversary trip next weekend!
I wanted to share a post that’s been making the rounds on social media. As the parent of a transgender teen, Ms. Nichols’ message resonates with me.
Yes. All parents walking the earth are tired.
We are all absolutely in solidarity with that fact.
We could all use about a week on a deserted island without any children, technology, or responsibilities of any kind.
But I feel the need to tell you about the special kind of tired that parents of transgender kids are experiencing.
It’s different than most versions of tired.
And this isn’t to “one-up”. And this certainly isn’t to take away from an LGBTQIA child themselves, their own struggles and hardships. This isn’t to take away from, or distract from… anyone.
This isn’t a competition.
This is just to simply explain and shed light on how we’re feeling, since it’s of my belief that we, the parents of trans youth, are living in our own marginalized community.
Unless we happen to live in some uber progressive area, we are all acutely aware of…
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