I don’t know exactly what to say or how to say it without making it “about me”. So I will just definitively state that I fully support the movement to end racial injustice. Black Lives Matter to me. Whatever changes I make within myself and how I communicate these to other people will be “behind the scenes” for now. It is not my turn to … Continue reading We can better support the black community.
I’ve sat down to write this more than a handful of times over the last week or so, trying to share some recent and sensitive news with everyone. Every time, I carve out an hour and I just start to type. And every time, my free-flow of emotions settle differently, my “message” varying with each writing session. When people use the cliche, “…all the … Continue reading The first.
It’s a weird thing. I have literally thought to myself and/or said out loud to others, “I really feel like blogging” and yet… nothing. For quite awhile now. That is always a huge indicator for me. I write when I have something that needs to be said. When the desire to write my heart, read it back, and allow myself to process is more overwhelming … Continue reading everything in the middle of nowhere.
http://www.RachelWilliamsOnline.com I don’t know when it happened exactly. I just know it happened. It wasn’t overnight. It wasn’t one catastrophic event. It wasn’t someone’s words that lingered. It wasn’t one specific loss that did me in. So I guess it was an endless series of things…life…that didn’t seem all that noticeable at the time but “out of nowhere”, somehow, it all culminated into a big ball of everything. Defeat. … Continue reading Burden or light.
Yards. Lawns. People take such pride in them, right? Mowing, watering, landscaping, gardening. Personally, I never got into it. However, I do remember how I enjoyed using my push lawn mower in my first rental house. **See photo below for proof** I was about 21 years old, renting a one bedroom, 500 square foot house on a dead end street in East Nashville. Mowing my lawn was my way of … Continue reading What is mine…
It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong. Sometimes the brain just wants to create…and in my case, that means I’m writing. It’s been over a month since my last blog. I’ve thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then. I’d take my laptop in the car with me wherever I’d go…including a couple trips to Nashville in December and … Continue reading “I talked myself out of it.”
I will never, in my lifetime, forget December 2, 2010. I was sleeping in bed alongside my “work-in-progress” boyfriend at the time, in my blue bedroom, in my new house in Hermitage, TN. I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I picked it up and immediately saw a photo of a baby in an incubator, all 19 inches and 7 lbs 4 oz of him. The … Continue reading Silenced.
Around this time last year, I was asked out on date by a dude on Tinder, who’s caption read, “It’s getting cold outside. Looking for a girlfriend for the winter.” True story. A girl with my dating track record really had nothing to lose. I had JUST relocated to Michigan for a few months to work on a music project. I had no social life … Continue reading The ultimate “swipe right”
I don’t want to get political. I really don’t. And I won’t. I will say, however, that I urged my fellow family members and friends to vote. I posted on my social media accounts to please, for the love of God, go vote. I spent a good chunk of time sorting through my feelings with my fingers on a keyboard the day before the election. I then … Continue reading Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…