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Real Talk

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I’m gonna say a shitload of things.

Now, before I start on them, I want you to remember these four words okay:

I’m Not Going Anywhere

No matter how it sounds.

No matter what you think I’m trying to say.

At the end of this post, I want you to go back and remind yourself that I already told you those four words.

Okay?

Okay.

Now, let’s talk.

in Adoption, Foster Care

Hiding in Plain Sight

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Long time no blog.

I know. *slaps own hand*  “Bad Blogger!”  But come on in, have a seat…

 

If you hang with me on Facebook and Twitter, then you know I haven’t really left, but that I’ve just been extremely more quiet about what is going on inside my own journey.    There’s good reason, I promise.  

in Advocacy, Latest

The Perks of Parenthood?

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I’ve been working in education and childcare, officially and unofficially, for the past twelve years.  Aside from my personal love of books, it is what drove me to become a a youth services librarian.  My interest and love for youth engagement and academic achievement is something that is behind most every decision and viewpoint that I have.  Because of this, it is often even rougher to not be a parent. Rougher still when people make distinctions.

It is the conundrum of being Parental, but not a Parent.

In three different situations last week, I was faced with the sometimes blunt dismissal and division of the childless, child”free”, etc.  I figured I should explore them.  So here we go:

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Random Thoughts…

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Some things on my mind today.  You may or may not agree or like them.  But then…this is my blog, right?  Right.
My list:
  • My Husband turned 30 this week. (Happy Birthday Dude!)…and with that birthday went any possibility of his being a dad “in his 20’s”.
  • I’m sure that in the top 12 thoughts of all people who discover their infertility, is the phrase: “And to think of all the money I spent on condoms!”Photobucket
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Transparent

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I’m in an awkward, awkward state of affairs at the moment.

While most bloggers and writers suffer from writer’s block and the feeling of having “nothing to say”, I’m feeling quite the opposite, but with similar results.  Not only do I have things to say, but I have too many things to say.  There are tons of tales and stories of the epic battle between my feelings and my progress, as well as a few scandalous rants that I just want to unleash.  Yet, I spend the wee hours of the morning writing to you about what I want to write, rather than just writing it.  Odd, huh?

You're Still Talking?

It is often hard for me to find clarity when my thoughts overlap and interfere with each other, and I’d rather not subject you to that.  Truthfully, I’m becoming a bit unnerved by the amount of things that I’m subjecting mySELF to. LOL  The transparency for which this blog has gained its momentum is not as easy a feat to uphold as some may think.  It is dreadfully hard for me to decide what to share boldly, and what to let fester in the corners of my mind for fear that I’ll run you guys all away.

For instance,

in Adoption, Advocacy, Hissues

I Love YOUR Hair

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The fantastically viral Sesame Street video, “I Love My Hair” has a special place in the hearts of African American moms and women all over the world it seems.  I watched it when it debuted last week and smiled gently, but decided it was not necessarily an “Egg-worthy” posting…