Carrying the Bones: Price of My Un-Belonging Is Death.
She carried me, bones and flesh, as best she could with no one left to hold her. She did her best to create the we from the tattered, broken I-ndividualism.
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Rebecka Eggers
White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
Why White People Will Never Fully Understand Racism.
White people can empathize with this terrifying reality. But we cannot be inside the lived reality that forms for a Black man when the police approach.
Break the Trauma Bond You Have with the President.
In a trauma bond, nothing can be resolved productively. There is no such thing as conflict resolution through healthy communication.
Break the Ballerina Routine of an Endless Stillness.
The gateway to this 'togetherness' is formed of the bravery it takes to clearly, unambiguously hunger for someone as Durito hungered for the ballerina.
Remove the Mask of Your Trauma so You Can Shine.
There is every point to healing the pain of your past so you can actually move on to breaking various manifestations of trauma.
How to Activate Your Apocalyptic Passion.
Together, 'we' must liberate this 'apocalyptic passion' within ourselves and from the deadly stupor brought on by our own addiction to the give-up cocktail.
Regret and I Are Parting Ways Today.
Each time the illusions fell down, unable to stand up to my scrutiny, I made the resultant wounds into my loyal Sentinels of Regret.
Claiming the Power to Live in the Burning Times.
We are passion, springing from the seed kernels preserved in our very DNA. These Burning Times have called these seeds to bloom.
We Are Not Consumers of Light, but Its Genesis.
For when the light of hope has gone out all around us, we must learn to be its origin. And in so doing, reveal the truth of our power.