I’ve wanted to share things again here in this space, photos I didn’t post on Instagram but still mean something to me, pieces I read that mattered. And I figure sometimes the things I share will differ: five meals, five songs, five movies, five questions. But fives. Always fives.
Five Pictures I Didn’t Post on Social Media
Clockwise from top left: Clouds in a blue sky; an #usie while he was on the phone; I asked LittleBrother to smile nicely while he followed me around the library; Halloween was gorgeous; and this is HOWCLOSE my kids sit to me in the evenings—I am so loved.
Five Things I Read That Won’t Get Out of My Head
We Will Always Rebuild: A Poem for the Grieving by Jeanette Blanc. You guys. I just discovered Blanc’s work at Peace, Love, Free today and, good golly, I’m in love. Or inspired. Or entranced. Or all of the above. It’s an interesting time of year for me to read that piece, as I probably needed to read it this time last year. I’m feeling tender and vulnerable right now, remembering the loss, fear, anxiety, and hopelessness of that time. Reading this poem felt like a beautiful sign of hope for the future.
An Open Letter to America’s Parents and Teachers: Let’s Make Our Testing Smarter by, oh, you know, Barack Obama. I’m not just linking to it because it’s Obama on BlogHer. Testing remains a hot-button issue with me, and if we’re going to test our kids, let’s be smarter about it. Shall we?
Everything Doesn’t Happen for a Reason by Tim Lawrence. “Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.” I feel like tattooing that on my other arm. Or my forehead. And while they are the words of another write that Lawrence references, the post itself speaks to the grieving heart and states that platitudes are bull hooey. I agree.
Explaining Depression to My Mother. Okay, so I didn’t read this, but I watched it and nodded and cried and yelled along with her.
I Survived Postpartum Depression, but It Never Left Me by Lisa Romeo. Yes, PPD shaped how I parent. Other things did/do too: adoption, my anxiety, my childhood, the love of my husband, society. But yes, PPD changed me and stays with me to this day.