“Chaser, run faster,” my coach had always said with his whistle ready to blow it whenever he pleased. I was running fast, just not fast enough, at least that’s what Coach thought. I could never please him and I hated him for that. I also hated him because my last name was Chesser, which IContinueContinue reading “Chaser, Run Faster”
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Heroes vs. Guns vs. Monsters
Over every meal, during car conversations, or over coffee breaks, guns appear. No one seems able to turn away from them. Guns are everywhere. They killed the King of Civil Rights. They killed Hope over and over again. They killed children, parents, and teachers. But, we still love them—these guns we’re so proud of. AContinueContinue reading “Heroes vs. Guns vs. Monsters”
A Killer Stops the Heart of a Nation Bleeding Inside Itself
Walk in someone else’s shoes and you might see things very differently. We play a lot. We play with thoughts, ideas, ideals. Do we really think? Or, is thinking the problem? The last time I really thought about something, it felt like my mind was running ahead of my body. I had to stop it.ContinueContinue reading “A Killer Stops the Heart of a Nation Bleeding Inside Itself”
Obama and the Mole
An obsession always begins with something small. His was very small and he was really, or at least it seemed so at the time, the only one who noticed it. “There, right there, don’t you see it?” he would point and yell whenever he saw the man whom I revered. I would look at it,ContinueContinue reading “Obama and the Mole”
Getting Real
A fellow blogger nominated me for the Beautiful Blogger award recently, but I don’t feel beautiful at all. I did realize that there was another nomination I needed to accept before this one: the Reality Blog award. I’ve been searching for the all-elusive time to do this. However, blogging here has been relegated to the bottomContinueContinue reading “Getting Real”
Then I See Red
Purple seems a state of grace. Cloaked in it, the world around you bleeds with creativity and honor. A smile isn’t just a smile, it’s a perspective. I see myself as someone I am. A struggle becomes a path, an enemy, a friend. Then I see red. Nothing in between. Just red. My goal has alwaysContinueContinue reading “Then I See Red”
International Day of the Girl
Today my daughter spoke to a group of middle schoolers about bullying. She had originally created an anti-bullying campaign for the elementary students at her school. When the principal of the middle school saw the posters and asked her to speak to the middle schoolers, this ten-year-old girl spoke passionately about standing up for yourself andContinueContinue reading “International Day of the Girl”
A Few Sounds Later
Her notes struck the incessant thoughts from my brain. Each punch on the keys left me thinking only of the beauty the world had to offer, the drops of rain hitting the pool, the light touch of a butterfly. I know when I’ve lost our fights because my daughter looks away from me, sits, andContinueContinue reading “A Few Sounds Later”
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