Too much on my mind:
1. The madness of shoppers and the parking lots surrounding them.
2. Nora wanting to talk (shy, hesitant, afraid to uncover it) tonight before bed about what to do when kids make fun of you. My nose stings. I bury the tears before they emerge (the awkward girl-self, the too tall, too strange looking, high-water pants, gap-toothed, wallflower, third wheel). You tell them this is how God made you and He doesn't make mistakes, Nora. In my mind I'm thinking: run. Run away from them. Get as far away from those words as possible. Tell them this: Go defeat someone else. I've got work to do. It took me so long to learn this. I learned it from you.
3. Art and motherhood. Motherhood and art. Who first said there was a conflict there? Again, I say: Go defeat someone else. They are one and the same.
4. I paint. I plant. I write. I see. I love. I pray. I cook. I listen. I long. I sing. In me, there is no difference between my life and my art, my prayer and my life.
Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But you're the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out