mother, child, friend

Twenty five years ago, we met face to face for the very first time. That’s right folks, my Zoë Elizabeth is twenty five years old!

She steals my breath every time I regard her while basking in her warm, bright, shining face.

Twenty five years ago I was her mother and she was my child. Through the years we challenged one another in many ways. There were the times where I did find myself saying out loud, “I am not your friend, I am your mother.” I might have even screamed it through an abruptly slammed door. But that is part of being a parent. I won’t lie though, I wanted to be her friend. I really, really wanted to be her friend. I have always loved talking to her, laughing with her, playing with her. Yesterday she called me her friend and with her now at twenty five, we are at a place where we can be friends.

Always her mother, always my daughter, and now my friend.

Happy birthday cheers my darling daughter and friend!

 

a classy woman who says fuck a lot

In a world where alternative facts are more true than what one’s actual eyes actually see and where NyQuil texting is an actual excuse for bad behavior, marchers in Washington DC, New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Boston, Portland, Oakland and literally everywhere in the United States and across the globe should be held responsible for the things that Madonna said during live news feeds yesterday.

What a time to be alive y’all!!!

I am not responsible for anything Madonna (or anyone else involved in yesterday’s unprecedented event) might say. I do agree that to our detractors that insist that this march will never add up to anything, fuck you. Millions marched peacefully everywhere. Law enforcement officials in Washington, New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland and Oakland report no arrests or property damage during those peaceful assemblies. The movement is not done yet either as we launch 10 actions in the first100 days that literally anyone and everyone can participate in. We welcome to the revolution of love, to the rebellion, to our refusal as women to accept this new age of tyranny, where not just women are in danger but all marginalized people, where being uniquely different right now might truly be considered a crime. It took this horrific moment of darkness to wake us the fuck up.

Yesterday was amazing on so many levels. For me this was the best.

From a daughter to her mother…a woman who absolutely says fuck a lot. Am I classy? I don’t know. Perhaps not. But I am a mother who says fuck a lot; and a mother of four wonderful women who make me very proud and say fuck a lot too.

marching, not mourning

Are you in mourning?

Not today. Today was the most perfect. day to go for a walk.

A walk with one of my daughters.

From Grand Avenue…

to Broadway…

and all the way to Frank Ogawa Plaza…

encompassing the entire western shore of Lake Merritt…

and several blocks beyond because more than 60,000 women, men, mothers, daughters, sisters, sons, lovers, husbands, wives, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunties, uncles, beautiful babies, glorious women great with child, students, doctors, nurses, musicians, preachers, teachers, politicians, rocket scientists, artists and so many more walking shoulder to shoulder together could not be contained along the planned route.

Powerful, y’all. So powerful.

The streets echoed with drum beats, brass bands, guitars, BANJOES and so many stories…

so much hope…

so much love.

More than 60,000 Americans, immigrants, refugees walking together today in Oakland, California. Oakland Police report no property damage and no arrests.

Just a beautiful day, a beautiful day for a walk…together.