Recognizing My Whiteness

Recognizing My Whiteness

I remember the first time the twins vocalized their awareness that my skin was a different shade than theirs. The way it played out wrecked me. It was February and we were at Target shopping for bathing suits so they could swim indoors with me at the gym. M stumbled...
Unseen

Unseen

I sit down with a plan to write, but most days I don’t have the energy to recount the day’s memories or retell what we’re in the midst of because that requires reliving it. And right now, living it is hard enough. I don’t want pity or sympathy,...