In my pre-teen Xanadu era, my love for music was unfettered and expansive. I sang all the time, any song I wanted, as loud as I wanted, whenever I wanted. Then something changed.
In my pre-teen Xanadu era, my love for music was unfettered and expansive. I sang all the time, any song I wanted, as loud as I wanted, whenever I wanted. Then something changed.
There was once a time when I did not live without the specter of illness around every corner? I lived a life that wasn’t conditional on the spread of a virus? I spent almost five decades making plans that weren’t likely to be cancelled anywhere, any time, with little notice, because of a nasal-swabbed test result? Could it be true?
My ride was not unique. It wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t fun. It was basically like me–comfortable, stable, and safe. No surprises. Reliable. Always there, waiting to be needed.
Even in my postpartum-addled state, I recognize I’m singing my baby daughter a love song. . . . Yet the words have never seemed more true.
You are overwhelmed and haven’t learned to be your own friend through this yet. You will. Your fear of jumping without a net is so valid, and the trick you haven’t learned yet is that that’s life, always and everywhere. There are no nets. Life is a big, long free fall, and the sooner you can embrace what is beautiful about that, the sooner you will start to enjoy the ride. –Sara Bareilles
Sometimes life just hits you, right in the face. And it’s alright. Because I, for one, think it’s kinda cool to have a black eye now and then. And I think it’s definitely okay to have scars, and it’s definitely okay to hurt, and be in pain and show it. And that’s why we have friends in this life. And it’s why we have music. –Haley Williams
You can’t sit around and wait for somebody to say who you are. You need to write it and paint it and do it. – Faith Ringgold
You don’t exist if you’re not represented… I felt a need to claim my own social existence by making the representation happen. – Njideka Akunyili Crosby
Nobody says “Picasso, the male artist.” – Patti Smith
How do I hear God’s “still small voice” when I am scared of silence? I despaired thinking that to hear God I had to get comfortable with silence. It seemed impossible. A […]