“I’m scared for my people”: Minneapolis Black Lives Matter activists on what terrifies them most

As the mother of a biracial son, I fear for how his life will be when he gets older. I shouldn’t have to though, and that’s the problem. One thing that bugs me though is when my friends who have 100% white children tell me, “Well I fear for my kids lives too in this world, and they are white”….. They don’t get it. They will never get it.



Source: “I’m scared for my people”: Minneapolis Black Lives Matter activists on what terrifies them most



I’ve been away from here for a few days. No by choice but because I’ve been dealing with some of life’s issues i.e. Relationships. That word that can make you smile yet cry at the same time. Though it’s never bad to take some time and focus on yourself and where you can improve for the future.

But moving on, I spent last Monday driving through the country finding small Amish communities and stopping by their bakeries/grocery stores and bent-n-dents. I am fascinated with these places and love to see them in their fields. Honestly, I don’t know any other group of people that work harder than the Amish. In most of their communities you will find these stores called bent-n-dents. In a nutshell, they obtain food from grocery stores that they refuse to put on the shelves because things may be dented or just not “pretty” enough for people to buy (Too many picky people). The Amish will then sell it in their stores but for very cheap prices. This is the part that I love about these stores! Here are some pictures of the one place I stopped at. We walked out with 2 big boxes of food and then a cart full of more goodies for around $50!

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Has anybody else stopped at places like this? ..

“Mom, I did it too.”

I’ll make this short because I have an exam I should be studying for, dishes in the sink, and laundry in the hampers. This was just too good to pass up the opportunity to blog.

Recently I have fallen in love with heated charcoal to use as a face mask. After applying the mask Sunday night I walk out of the bathroom and meet my son in the kitchen who must have thought I was trying to be funny as he started laughing, and chasing me around the dining room table a good 3 or 4 times. Eventually I told him what I was doing and that he needed to not try and touch my face. The next thing you know, he walks out of my bedroom and is gone for about 5 minutes. I head into the bathroom to rinse my mask off and once again meet him, only this time he looked a little different. image

“Mom, I did it too” was all that he said when I was faced with a child covered in blue marker all the way down to his belly button. Here’s one for the baby book! At least it was washable!