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Marybeth

INFJ + Type 4, Joy-Seeker, Jesus-Follower, & Advocate for Autism. Read more in my bio! Thanks so much for joining me here!

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Last night, Natasha was pointing to a sign we have

Last night, Natasha was pointing to a sign we have hanging in our kitchen. It has many words, and at first I wasn't sure what she was saying. But then I heard it... "K. K for kiss." I picked her up, told her to point to what she saw and sure enough her little finger landed on the right letter.👏 So, basically, what I'm trying to say is I'm raising another girl-genius. 😉❤

I woke up, saw the video, and I cried. Right in fr

I woke up, saw the video, and I cried. Right in front of my daughters. Nadia asked what I was watching and I didn't shelter her from the truth. Some might think it's too heavy for a child. It is, and it SHOULD BE for all of us. I grew up in the whitest town I've ever seen, and when my 7th grade English teacher shared To Kill a Mockingbird with me because she thought I could handle it, I ignorantly assumed I was reading about a buried form of social injustice that no longer was a problem. My oldest is 9, she now lives in another white farmtown in America, and I refuse to let her live under the delusion that I did. I won't raise my girls to quietly "agree to disagree"- you see injustice, you fight it. You hear a racist joke, you do the unfunny thing and shut it down. You hear a racial slur? Challenge it. But the disgusting truth is, many of us (white people) cringe, perhaps cry, hashtag and claim solidarity when another story like this circulates, but then we move on with our lives. We are shocked when we see news stories, and the effect lingers for a short while until we find something else to do. Please don't act like that's not true. Do you think the black lives of this world are shocked? I don't. Someone tell me I'm wrong. Someone tell me that they can appropriately take time to mourn this one man without knowing deep down that this will not happen again. I pray to God I see the day that this will not happen again. But that day is not coming without people like me, like you, willing to get in there and acknowledge that white supremacy is as alive as ever, #blacklivesmatter (and for the love of everything, please understand there has never been an argument that other lives don't matter... the alllivesmatter hashtag is actually quite offensive because it undermines exactly what the original stands for), and then FIGHT. Go do something about it. Take action. Talk to people. Read. Vote. Speak up. And while I love writing my daily poems, today there was nothing more to add to George Floyd's words..To the Floyd family, our hearts go out to you. We are sending you the deepest of condolences & keeping you in our prayers. With love, The Hancher Family #icantbreathe

"It is the story of how one woman learned that a r

"It is the story of how one woman learned that a responsible mother is not one who slowly dies for her children, but one who shows them how to fully live.... And it is the story of how each of us can begin to trust ourselves enough to set boundaries, make peace with our bodies, honor our anger and heartbreak, and unleash our truest, wildest instincts so that we become women who can finally look at ourselves and say: There She Is.".Those parts of the synopsis reeled me in. ❤ I'm looking forward to starting this one after the babes are in bed and seeing if I am as impacted by this story as so many others have been. I sure love a good memoir. 👍

I've always felt a bit unsettled saying "Happy" Me

I've always felt a bit unsettled saying "Happy" Memorial Day. If I had more appropriate words I'd say them, but I don't. Just thank you... thank you. 🇺🇸 ❤

Here's a question with no right answer and no real

Here's a question with no right answer and no real purpose 🤣... how do you eat corn??? Do you turn it with each bite or just bite across it horizontally before moving on to the next row? I remember having this discussion at my sister's house years back and ever since then I've been hyperaware of how everyone turns their cob. 😅 It's usually one of two ways but occasionally you find people that just pick and choose whatever spots they feel like biting into with no method to their madness which leaves me to ask them what are you even doing with your life? 🤣🤣🤣😉 #thisisnonsense

It's still spring, but today I'm feeling summer. 🌞.I haven't been posting my daily lines/poems/whateveryouwanttocallthem on here *every* day because, despite my openbookness (it's a word now 🤣), some things are just meant to be kept private. Part of this practice is writing memoir-style which means I'm being honest with myself about how things went and how it made me feel. Most days really are lighthearted and fun around here, but I'm not going to soften it if it's rough just to have something to post on the internet. 😉 I like to keep it real, but some words just aren't meant (or aren't ready) to be read. I wanted to throw that out there in case anyone noticed and was wondering whether I'm still writing one each day. I am but some just for me. ❤

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