To the man at the bar who thought it was appropriate to tell me to smile, and when I refused, to touch my bottom. This is not acceptable. I started screaming. Get away from me. I do not want anyone near me who does not respect basic forms of human life. This is not a radical viewpoint. Give me at least my basic human rights (I should have so much more; I should not be asking for this anymore). I am tired of this crap. Honestly. I should be fighting for animals rights at this point, I should not be fighting for basic human rights that have been fought for for decades. #womensrights#ridiculous#lovealwayswins#rightsarerights#tiredofthebullshit
We’ve had another year of experiencing how Hazel still informs our lives and expands our hearts. In this way we carry her on. With us in the present.
One of her signs to us has always been hummingbirds. No sooner had I opened the blinds (on this cold rainy day) than this hummingbird came for a visit. Darting back and forth - I called Stella & Adam away from their cupcake baking for the show... And a beautiful new piece from Aunt Stephanie.
Happy Birthday little Bird.
I miss you madly!
I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect. – J. Jordan