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Taking the shield of faith
Sep. 11th, 2019 11:37 pmSince last night, I've been living with the urge to howl holy hell at North Carolina.
What has helped: cranking up the volume on my car stereo and singing along as it plays "Stand" over and over. (That chorus!)
The Nashville Public Library is ordering copies of Good Trouble for its collection.
Team Tug of Warhol (War-HAUL!) was not victorious, but we were valiant, and apparently provided a good deal of entertainment for our colleagues back at the ranch via Facebook Live (as well as those who joined us at the park, where it was 91 freaking F at noon).
It's been an intense day. I dreamt at length about my late honorary mama and her family last night. I was up at 6:30 a.m. for an early meeting. A training session for our upcoming Native Women Artists exhibition included a viewing of The Indian Problem, which -- god _____, Tennessee. Gdi, North Carolina. I followed church class with ten minutes on the erg at the Y. I'm looking at the Road Scholar catalogue that just arrived -- Honorary Mama had suggested doing one of their trips together, and while that never happened, there's at least one that another honorary relative might be up for.
But first, bath and bed. And reinforcing that figurative breastplate.
What has helped: cranking up the volume on my car stereo and singing along as it plays "Stand" over and over. (That chorus!)
The Nashville Public Library is ordering copies of Good Trouble for its collection.
Team Tug of Warhol (War-HAUL!) was not victorious, but we were valiant, and apparently provided a good deal of entertainment for our colleagues back at the ranch via Facebook Live (as well as those who joined us at the park, where it was 91 freaking F at noon).
It's been an intense day. I dreamt at length about my late honorary mama and her family last night. I was up at 6:30 a.m. for an early meeting. A training session for our upcoming Native Women Artists exhibition included a viewing of The Indian Problem, which -- god _____, Tennessee. Gdi, North Carolina. I followed church class with ten minutes on the erg at the Y. I'm looking at the Road Scholar catalogue that just arrived -- Honorary Mama had suggested doing one of their trips together, and while that never happened, there's at least one that another honorary relative might be up for.
But first, bath and bed. And reinforcing that figurative breastplate.
