Anti-beauty industry and big-pharm rant of the month.

I saw an ad today for a medication that will help your eyelashes grow thicker.

So, let me get this straight. My teeth are not white enough, my skin not even enough and not the right shade, my eyes are not bright enough, my lips not plump enough or shiny enough, my face not wrinkle-free enough, and my eyebrows not hairless enough. Now my eyelashes are too thin. And that's just what's wrong with my face.

Really? Really, beauty and big-pharm industries? There are people in this world who don't have clean water, children who are dying from easily-preventable medical conditions, people who are starving and homeless, and you put your money into researching, developing, testing, marketing and taking cash from women who are already beautiful?

For shame!

Sacrifice and reflection

Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. Lent is a season of sacrifice and reflection; the 40 days leading up to Easter and the season of new life. Many people choose to use Lent as a time to work on themselves, sacrificing bad habits or patterns or behaviors in order to become a better person, or at least, a more thoughtful person.

This year I have chosen a sacrifice that has already been difficult. I have chosen not to purchase any books. This may seem small, but for a reading-addict like me, this is tough. Not just because I love books, but because I love to browse bookstores in my spare time, I belong to a bookclub, and I have a mini-vacation planned that would cross my path with a favorite independent bookstore. And there are so many great books coming out soon... I decided on this particular sacrifice due in part to my pile of books at home - let's read what we have before buying more, shall we? - and in part due to my almost thoughtless purchasing of hardbacks that are not ultimately books I want to keep.

So, my hope is that this sacrifice will gently lead me to reflect on what books mean to me, and how I can indulge in them in a more respectful way - respectful to my bookshelves, to my wallet, and to the environment.

Just sayin'.

Hot milk-based soup + too much in the blender at once= hot mess. And burned fingers. Ow.

Books for Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month, here are some books I've read that have educated me and helped me view my role as a White person in both perpetuating and working to eliminate racial injustice towards my Black brothers and sisters.

• "It's the Little Things: Everyday Interactions That Anger, Annoy, and Divide the Races" by Lena Williams.
• "A People's History of the United States" by Howard Zinn.
• "Uprooting Racism: How White People can Work for Social Justice" by Paul Kivel.
• "A Country of Strangers: Blacks and Whites in America" by David Shipley.
• "Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl" by Harriet Jacobs.
• "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou.
• "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison.
• "Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong" by James Loewen.
• "Pedagogy of the Oppressed" by Paulo Freire (if you're really feeling academic...)
• "The Wind Done Gone" by Alice Randall.
• "Slaves in the Family" by Edward Ball.
• "Cane River" by Lalita Tademy.
• "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison.
• "Black Boy" by Richard Wright.
• "A Raisin in the Sun" by Lorraine Hansberry.

Good reads, all.

Move out of the way

One of my most unique experiences, something that has only happened a couple of times in my life that I know of, is where I am in the midst of the mundane, and feel a compulsion to act in a certain way so that something BIG can happen. I don't mean to imply that it's anything to do with me, necessarily. I also don't mean it to sound like I'm being used as a puppet. It's really more like a divine nudge to "shove over, kid, and let me show you how it's done."

You could call it the Holy Spirit. Or Magic. Or the Goddess. Or Destiny. Or Angels. Or the feeble workings of a bored imagination. But I can speak only of the truths I experience, and I call it humbling and beautiful and enlightening. It is incredibly moving to feel at one with something so H_U_G_E.

And exhausting, a little.