Something About Nothing

 I feel as if I have been in a fog this past year. I know many of you have felt it too. I've spent way too much time on social media, watching all the ups and downs of disease and injustice. Issues of injustice have been especially depressing. People of color have been dealing with these appalling issues for 400 years. I have been slowing learning throughout my life, but this year I decided to up my education.  Thanks to a friend I met in Houston, I joined a group of women in reading, watching, listening, and then discussing social issues in a private group. A wonderful group of women. I feel like I learned a lot, and made some new friends too. I've expanded my own reading as a result of the group. Here are a few I would recommend: So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo White Fragility by Robin Diangelo Stamped From the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America by Ibram X Kendi There is also a Kids edition of Stamped, and a Young Adult edition ....

I keep saying to myself that I am going to be better at keeping up with the blog. Sigh.  This has been a very long month. Living in a pandemic is weird.  I am fortunate. I know this. I have so much, however I am still in mourning for what was. This is my busy season and I had a lot of plans. Plans which had to be postponed or cancelled all together. These plans have been mourned.  And despite these losses, I am so fortunate. My husband still has his job, and although he goes in to work everyday he does not come in to contact with the public. I know others do not have these privileges. I have a home, food, bed, and a pesky cat. I recognize these privileges, and am working each day to be busy and happy. Some days I am successful, and some days, well, not so much. But that is okay. The 100 Day Project was starting at the beginning of the Stay at Home orders,  and I felt extremely stressed trying to come up with a project. I had several ideas, but couldn...