Under the Madison Street bridge, the tree that grows sideways suddenly popped flowers that smelled like corn tortillas.
I am from this place as much as I am from anywhere, and it’s this recognition that helps me know that I can feel this way again.
Even within the church, it’s easy to feel shame for not “persevering.”
I feel stuck because I don’t feel like I have a valid voice to address either side of my racial and cultural heritage.
I don’t often think about my breath.
I didn’t expect to experience the amount of joy I felt.
7. Egochristicolaphobia — The Fear of Being Associated with the Word “Christian”
This is not an anti-racist reading list, per se.
It’s a well-known, frequently observed phenomenon that Taylor sleeps more than I do.
Since I started working with kids, I’ve also re-discovered a love of picture books.