Here’s what we need to say to our children, to our friends, to our family members, to our fellow human beings: I love you. You’re powerful. You make me smile. You make a difference. You are worthy.
I would give my young self the chutzpah to question and argue against that concept—still so pervasive among our young girls--that boys can woo and pursue, while girls must bait and wait.
As I go through my mother’s earthly belongings and prepare to take care of them in the best way I can, I long for a chance to say I am sorry one more time.
What I believe now is that somewhere, somehow Grace, Joy, Beauty, and Hope still exist. Even in death. Especially in life. That this just may be who God is after all. And that maybe, just maybe, it is enough.
She knew then that she would survive. She knew that maybe one day her stone might be small enough to fit into her pocket and that it would go with her everywhere, always serving as a reminder of the life she had lost.
They are four women who have been groped without permission. Each time, he's drunk and his wife is out of sight. He clearly has issues with alcohol, but the line has been crossed and he's acting like a sexual predator. The last time he groped me was three weeks ago.
The problem is that life is full of moments of where 2+2=107. There’s a whole lotta crappiness – and thankfully, a whole lotta greatness. See, it’s full of both – that’s the gray. In fact, life is pretty much all gray.
Whereas a white guy could protect his girlfriend, Arthur couldn’t protect me, because our broken society would jail him, or beat him, or kill him, for trying. I wanted something from him there was no way he could give.
