Latest Blog by Adrienne:
Mourning is a non-linear experience. I keep thinking I’ve let go of something, only to discover it is so deeply embedded in me, that it has never left. That I am still in mourning, still waiting for the world to right itself again. I keep expecting my patience to pay off – because it has to…. because my heart, mind, and body says it is undeniable. Sigh.
An incredibly condescending meme comparing Michelle Obama and Jackie O has been going around, lamenting the days of the demure, beautiful first lady and presenting Michelle as somehow being crass. Worse, I saw it passed around by women. You have got to be kidding me.
It nearly made me burst into tears that women can be so pointlessly cruel to one another. I was offended to the core of my being by the overt racism, the blatant disrespect and unfair set up (Classic Jackie posed in pearls next to Michelle in a tank top cheering at a sporting event…I mean, come on!), but I also immediately laughed out loud at the misguided absurdity of this meme that also entirely miscalculates what it means to be a woman.
FADE IN.
INT. BRAIN – DUSK. Cue: Long, deep sigh followed by shiver of terror.
EXT. RIVER OF TRANSITION – NIGHT.
It’s the middle of the night. You are alone in the middle of a swirling black river. The current is strong. The waves are lapping. Your mind is racing. You’re fighting to keep your head above water. You can’t touch the bottom or see what is below. You are blindly trying to make it across to the other side. Trying to move far enough ahead that your toes finally touch solid ground and you can start trusting that you are again on the upward incline, even if just an inch at a time. That is the year it has been. A year of surprising challenges, unanticipated changes, devastating heartbreak on a number of levels, confusion, unexpected losses… a multitude of strifes. A year of transitions.