The rain dripped to a stop and I waited in the parking lot for the sun to appear. It felt like rainbow weather. As I searched the blank clouds, I heard a little boy shout, “Look! A rainbow!” and point down into the gasoline menagerie swirled in the puddle around his feet. My heart sank because I didn’t get my rainbow; his soared because he did.
Sometimes I find myself keeping mental lists of how I’d change my family or my role in it. Then we’re all together on a holiday like today & I recognize the beauty of embracing the “imperfections” and learning how to love deeper. I love just how many ways my family puts ‘fun’ in ‘dysfunctional.’
Sister Mary Curmudgeon
“…but deep down in her heart she could feel that ineffable change from hopeless romantic to… amateur curmudgeon. What once brought gushes of love now evoked onsets of eye-rolls. C’est tragic. C’est practical. She was a philanthropic curmudgeon, if such a thing exists. Ah! They do. The nuns. She always felt an affinity for the Sisters. She was not quite past her child...
First Time User: How to Recognize and Prevent... →
firsttimeuser: By Katherine Chon, Senior Advisor on Trafficking in Persons, Administration for Children & Families President Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation 150 years ago, beginning the long road to freedom for the hundreds of thousands enslaved in homes, on farms, and other forms of…
Point is, what’s so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a...– ~ John Laroche, ‘Adaptation’
I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret...– Lemony Snicket (via peelsofpoetry)
Grandma:”It just gets harder and harder to get out of bed every morning. I...– phone call with my almost 91year old Grandma Grace today
I’ve spent too much time worrying over trivialities or that I don’t have a plan or ‘what if people are depending on me?’ and etc. Then I realized how long the world has gone on before me and how long it will go on without me when I’m gone. The things I do are only significant because I am Called to do them, not because it is me specifically who are doing them. Kingdoms crumble,...
There was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Great Gatsby’
Hi friends! About 8 months ago, I got a call from my friend Ethan saying, “Hey, Kate. Um… you have a gallery show for your students’ photography in February out in California,” to which I replied, “Uh… no I don’t,” to which he replied, “You do now.” I moved out to Sacramento, CA a month ago and we began preparing for this gallery...
Not The Hero
I’ve come to realize that so many good things in my life have happened because a friend once told me, “you’re nice to have around, but nobody needs you.” I was offended at first, but she explained this in the context of treating people and time with them as a gift, not a project, and viewing others on equal ground, not with me as the hero. It’s made all the...
Being passionate about something is exhausting.
“That’s lovely,” she said. “Where do you want to...– ~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there. The other...– G. K. Chesterton, ‘The Everlasting Man’
The inability to express myself how I am meant to is one of my biggest fears in writing and in life. So many times I have something to say, but that fear keeps it in. A blank page can be both liberating and terrifying. So, tonight, it’s an empty house, glass of wine, blank page, and a brain full of ideas waiting to get out in one way or another. I teach my Picture Change students that their...
That Adventure Girl
It’s strange to know I have friends all over the world going on all sorts of adventures at any given moment while I’m safe here in Georgia at my family’s holiday get together snuggled next to a squirmy German shepherd on a pullout mattress by the Christmas tree. I used to be one of those adventure girls, now I’m just a puppy’s pillow. My heart longs for everywhere...
Portrait of a Lady
(excerpts from the poem by T.S. Eliot) II Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. “Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands”; (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks) “You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at...
Spiced Pumpkin Cake with Irish Whiskey Glaze
Improvised and perfected this Pumpkin Cake recipe. It was originally intended as a bread recipe, but I only had a bundt cake pan, so that’s how magic happens sometimes. Enjoy! · 1 1/2 sticks (12 tablespoons) butter, melted · 2 1/2 cups flour · 2 teaspoons baking powder · 2 teaspoons ground ginger · 1/2 teaspoon allspice · 1 teaspoon...
The more I read comments online...
…the less I blog & more I write with pen & paper. Not everyone deserves to see how truly messy you can be.
Keep Your Eyes Open. It's Everywhere.
My brother’s friend was at a stoplight when he looked over at the car next to him. An older white male was caressing a very young African-American girl. He drove on, but grew increasingly uncomfortable at what he had seen so he called the police. The little girl had indeed been abducted that morning, but she was rescued because my brother’s friend stepped in. Both he and my brother...
Heart and Home
It’s October. I left home in March and I’m returning tomorrow. This is the part of the journey where it’d be easier on my heart to curl up in my own bed and forget about everyone I’ve met and loved all over the world, but I know that will never happen, nor do I want it to.
A Too-Many-Colored Chameleon
I’m leaving India in 2 days after living here for over three months. That old familiar “leaving” ache has crept up in my bones and made it’s way to my heart. I left my Picture Change students over a week ago and I grieved. I’m here in Varanasi trying to process and comprehend all that’s happened. I’ve done a bit of that, but also made more friends and...
Picture Change: Girl or Statistic? →
picturechange: It’s one thing to hear, “The pimps would just turn up the stereo while they were beating us so the neighbors couldn’t hear” or “Every month I’d have to carry a bribe to the police or I’d be punished.” It’s another to hear it from your student, the girl holding your hand next to you, your friend.
Romantic pursuit via social media is so #boring.
Sorry, boy, but you lost me at “so I was browsing through your facebook the other day…”