“I’m not a racist. I have a lot of black friends. I work with a lot of black people.”
she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
“How do you feel?” “I don’t know…” I don’t think it’s unusual not know what we’re feeling. Nor even to be unable to feel. What are you feeling now? Are you feeling a mixture of feelings? Are you feeling one shallowly? Are you feeling one deeply? If you aren’t sure, there are some almost universalContinue reading ““How do you feel?” “I don’t know…””