"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
Abridged version of my pain: I have had a hard life. I won't sugarcoat it. If you're familiar with ACE scores, mine is 7. When I was 7, my parents divorced. When I was 10, my dad remarried. When I was in 7th grade, my dad called the cops on my mom, she was arrested... Continue Reading →
Awhile back, I posted about this very topic and offered 5 phrases I'm actively eliminating from my dialogue with others. It was pretty well received, which makes me hopeful that the people I know and love desire a more peaceful and kind world, just like me. So I've been keeping track of some more phrases... Continue Reading →
Hi. My name is Bekah. I was born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I grew up in Aurora, Colorado, and now I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I am a 29 year old white woman, married to a white man, with 2 white children. I grew up Republican, Christian (non denominational and evangelical), and middle-class. I... Continue Reading →
I am so passionate about everyone who is eligible actually submitting a ballot. I am also so passionate about voting for those who are not centered in most conversations. Many people believe we should vote for what serves our family the best, but I disagree to some extent. I know my family is safe, has... Continue Reading →
For some, including me, the end of the calendar year brings a lot of reminders of how much pain we're experiencing. Gathering with family can reopen a lot of old wounds. Not gathering with family can cause heartache too. The list of reasons to be grieving is long... I could sense in myself the dread... Continue Reading →
I sort of joke now about how my step-mom kept our house like a model home. On any given day, it could have been put on the market and shown to potential buyers. Everything was surface-level clean... except the kids' rooms. When I started dating Ben in tenth grade, I was so surprised by the... Continue Reading →
I really identify with the term "liberal snowflake." I suppose it is meant to be an insult, but I really treasure the uniqueness and value of each human being, and I want everyone to have access to resources that serve their physical and emotional well-being. I am in a new role as a racial equity... Continue Reading →
we brought you home from the hospital on your second day of life. i sat in the gliding chair in my room with you cradled like a football in my lap; your dad read a new book to your sister on the bed next to us. i complained that i didn’t understand how to position... Continue Reading →
it might have something to do with my literature degree, but i tend to search for meaning even when meaning doesn't want to be found. when i discovered my pregnancy with you, i must have turned the volume up on whatever sense i carry with me that seeks out the moments in life that are... Continue Reading →
Sometimes my birthday falls on Mother’s Day. My 28th birthday is one of those years. Last year, I wrote about how Mother's Day hurts like hell for some, myself included. I wrote that this holiday is "like having a wound reopened on an annual basis, even if the grieving process looks a bit different each... Continue Reading →
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