If we were having coffee today, I’d set my cup on the table and ask if you minded a brief rant.
Assuming you said you didn’t mind, I’d tell you about something that’s been scrabbling around the back of my mind for the last week.
Last weekend, my family and I went to a different farmers market than usual. Getting there took twice as long as getting to our usual market, following which we immediately discovered this one was bigger and more crowded by far. “I’m never coming here again!” I told my husband, Anthony, before we’d even reached the clean meat vendor that’s central to our weekly trips.
I laughed when we reached our destination. Vegans had set up shop directly across from our beloved ranchers. These vegans were trying to hand brochures to my young sons, which I wordlessly waved off with a polite, “No, thank you.”
At some point, though, I heard the words they were actually saying. I saw the signs they’d posted, and I bristled. The gist of the signs was: GO VEGAN OR DIE … of heart disease, of cancer, of stroke. Read more…
My five-year-old suddenly became quiet during our playtime yesterday morning.
After a few minutes, I asked if anything was wrong.
“I’m sad your friend has to go back to prison,” he told me.
“Oh, sweetie. I am, too,” I told him with a hug. “But it’s not too much longer. She’ll be out only a couple of weeks after you graduate kindergarten … ” Read more…
I started a new job two months ago.
I will leave it next Friday.
This is not typical for me.
But there can be a dark side to stability. Sometimes it means staying with someone who hurts you because the pain you know can seem better than even the possibility of worse pain somewhere else. It can mean sticking with something that limits you while keeping you comfortably, predictably “safe.” It can mean living with your wings wrapped tightly around you because you know you’re less likely to fall if you don’t even try testing your wings.
Of course, avoiding falling means you also never learn to fly.
I only saw this a few months ago.
I used a different analogy then, though. Read more…
Sometimes it’s easy to miss the glory in small moments.
This afternoon, I saw one such moment for what it really was: the culmination of millions of choices made in very particular order to bring a tiny band of people together beneath the Los Angeles sun.
For one the two people pictured here, some of those choices included: Read more…