I live in a weird little world of white able-bodied privilege. I can't deny it. Even as I work for equity and equality, stand up (online) for immigrants, minorities, the disenfranchised, my day-to-day life is absurdly sheltered. Today, watching my nephew graduate from high school, here's what I saw: Both class speakers were young women.… Continue reading The world we envision
Author: wileyna
Lucky, married mom of three amazing souls and 'Itsy' to one perfect grandson living a constant battle with my own anxiety-ridden self.
When I was younger, I was always right.
My husband and I used to argue, not about anything that necessarily affected us on a daily basis, but about everything else, specifically anything political. And, you know, I was always right. So we'd go for days without talking, or anything else. When we got married, we really didn't know each other. Who does? We… Continue reading When I was younger, I was always right.
The last goodbye
So much has been written about ‘the last’. The last goodbye. The last hug. The last time you picked up your baby or your toddler. The last diaper change. The last kiss. The last time you held a hand, shared a meal, a laugh, a touch. And yet, there never really is enough said. The… Continue reading The last goodbye
A memory
My mother wore lipstick on special occasions. She used those sample lipsticks the Avon lady would bring in the 1970s. Once in a while a full-size tube of Fuchsia or Coral or Orange would show up on her dresser. As a little girl, I treasured the little sample tubes. I'd try the different colors, nothing… Continue reading A memory
Motherless on Mother’s Day
When you find yourself motherless on Mother's Day, you become acutely aware of the hole in your heart. Even now, 35 years motherless, the void remains, no smaller. Instead, life has grown around that wound, embraced it, enveloped it, grown up with it, made it part of who I am. And there are times, like… Continue reading Motherless on Mother’s Day
Nancy Wiley writes. 