Category Archives: Colleen
Mmmm, Donutsss! — Colleen – 6/5/2015
Mmmmm…Donutsss!! 5 June 2015 Today is National Doughnut Day, which on some level is really kind of disgusting. Don’t get me wrong, I love doughnuts and I’m all for celebrating the greatness of foods, but why do we have actual … Continue reading
Eleven — Colleen – 5/29/2015
Eleven 29 May 2015 She saunters down the street, all legs, slicked in sunscreen, her fifth grade class’ tie-dye t-shirt snugged in a neat knot on her small but blossoming hip. It’s Field Day today, and next week only two … Continue reading
I Fought the Wall and the Wall Won — Colleen – 5/22/2015
I Fought The Wall and The Wall Won 22 May 2015 I hit The Wall the other day and failed to defeat it. That had never happened before, not in all my fifty years. Granted, I’m not an endurance athlete, … Continue reading
Get Over It: Confronting White Privilege — Colleen – 5/1/2015
Get Over It: Confronting White Privilege 1 May 2015 I am exhausted. And if I am exhausted, I can only imagine how exhausted people of color must be. I can’t possibly comprehend the minority experience. My white skin and privileged … Continue reading
Capping the Well — Colleen – 4/24/2015
Capping the Well 24 April 2015 Anger may bring some kind of energy for a short period, but that energy is actually blind energy. And anger can really destroy the part of your brain which can judge right or wrong. … Continue reading
The Friend Zone — Colleen – 4/17/2015
The Friend Zone 17 April 2015 It’s been a while, but I think I’m finally back in the Friend Zone. Not that one—the other kind: the period of life in which you find yourself with a posse you can hang … Continue reading
Fifty Cent Piece: Random Thoughts on Money and Time — Colleen – 4/10/2015
“Fifty Cent Piece: Random Thoughts on Money and Time” 10 April 2015 Fifty pennies really weigh down your pocket, and each one was worth a whole lot more in your youth. Back then, if you found one in a parking … Continue reading
Take a Seat — Colleen – 4/3/2015
“Take a Seat” 3 April 2015 Elaina’s letter about our near-death experience in South Carolina and the two selfless people who came to our aid reminds me of a smaller—but no less significant—incident that occurred as I headed home from … Continue reading
Sour Milk — Colleen – 3/27/2015
“Sour Milk” 27 March 2015 Days, sometimes weeks, go by when I don’t think about him. He is no longer part of my daily existence. But then, in innocuous conversations with friends, his tentacles work their way into my mouth, … Continue reading
One Year of Letters 