drafts

There are a bunch of drafts sitting at the top of my page, glaring at me, willing me to finish them.  None of them are worth a full post, though.  Which is why they’re sitting there incomplete, rotting away in blog purgatory.  I’m starting to feel kind of bad about them being in limbo for so long, so here are the thoughts I couldn’t elaborate enough on to warrant posts of their own.

-  It was an eye opening experience to help my mixed race goddaughter write a report for Black History Month back in February.  While researching Bessie Coleman, I had to explain to the kid why it was so important that Bessie insisted on show attendees walking through the same gate.  Trying to make it make sense to her caused me to look at black history from a whole new perspective.

- There are few things worse than shopping for shorts.  Shopping for swimsuits is one of them.

- Over the weekend I observed a friend of mine reacting to some problems in her life in much the same way I’ve been reacting to some problems in mine.  I don’t wish her ill, but I’m glad I saw her that way because now I know how ridiculously I’ve been acting.  It’s hard to be objective when your pride is bruised, so I hadn’t thought about how I was coming across until I saw her.  And now I can move on.

That’s about it.  I tried summarizing the other drafts but while the subjects should make great posts in theory I just can’t make it work in writing.