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Time stamp: January 6. 2021 2:24 PM Walking home

Time stamp: January 6. 2021 2:24 PM

Walking home from work I could hear the insurrection screaming at about 6th street NE, 7 city blocks away from the Capitol Building. Here at 2nd Street NE, I heard the flash bangs and ran into home. This was no ordinary first amendment event. Earlier in the day, I scrambled to make sure my address was updated my address on my driver's license and that my charge had extra food.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to come to work tomorrow," I told my client. "We need a backup emergency plan."

"Do you think it'll be that bad?" she asked. "Oh yes."

And sure enough, the next day, I had to prove I lived here to soldiers with guns.

LIVING NEXT TO HISTORY In September 2020, I moved

LIVING NEXT TO HISTORY In September 2020, I moved to Capitol Hill from NW.

I didn't know that six months later I'd be witness to the insurrection literally 600 yards from the Capitol Building. But this isn't about politics. This is about how an unprecedented, life-changing event brought neighbors together.

Here in the shadow of the monumental buildings, seats of power -- there is a community of caring people who raise children, go to dog parks, gather at pubs, give you chocolate on Valentine's Day from their front yards, and so much more in the day-to-day of living next to history. But there are little histories, too.

I often wonder why of all places I landed here -- I was given an opportunity to be that witnessing storyteller with history literally unfolding before my eyes. I had no outlet, no editor, no assignment. It was just given to me. I wanted to write editorial called "heartcenteredDC" and here I was in the heart of it. But there are many hearts to this district -- and not just Capitol Hill.

Still -- I left my hometown in 2017 with no idea where I'd be. I've been here four years and right now, there's no place I'd rather be.

Emily might be in Paris but I'm in Georgetown with

Emily might be in Paris but I'm in Georgetown with my Eastern Market designer finds and way past my Washingtonian starter year ... eh, ça me fait plaisir!

I wasn't sure what to post today and then this mor

I wasn't sure what to post today and then this morning ...

One thing I learned this year is that English doesn't have a word for how Yeshua might have said "I am giving this to you... " rather he might have said: "I am loving this to you ... I am creating this to you so it continues creating ..."

Merry birth-love-flow-forward day!

Some beautiful readings for the holiday from Center for Action and Contemplation

https://cac.org/themes/christmas-presence/

Olé! Performing sevillanas with my teacher @magda

Olé! Performing sevillanas with my teacher @magdalenaflamenca at the Cleveland Park Farmer's Market.

With liberty and Pantone swatch skies for all ...

With liberty and Pantone swatch skies for all ...

GRATEFUL FOR WHAT I NEVER EXPECTED My friendship w

GRATEFUL FOR WHAT I NEVER EXPECTED My friendship with Lynda started in an unusual manner when she inquired about my caregiver services on @caredotcom . I had just finished my nearly two-year tenure with Sam, needed a break and had dived back into journalism. I knew I couldn't offer her what she needed for her husband's particular dementia care protocol. I made other recommendations.

I also told her we could just talk. I wanted to pay it forward because I knew what she was going through, and what she'd go through after he passed. (He did, finally -- fairly recently.)

What Lynda doesn't know -- or probably does -- is that she has been just as much of a support to me as I have to her. When I help others who are dealing with dementia, I am helping the parts of me still splintered, exhausted and aghast from the experience.

I recently learned something about my parents that was tough. Where does love go when you're disappointed? Also, you can't really mess with the dead. They're gone. I'm still breathing. Unconditional love sings in a beating heart. Not on the silent, missing object.

Lynda offered to take me out for my birthday last month, but it just so happens her birthday is the day before mine. So here we are, technically two single gals, family-ing, and celebrating that we've endured, and are enduring the ravages of memory care. Yes, ravages. There's quiet fury in pre-bereavement, those endless, repetitive days in limbo. For the patient, it's the same old same old. For the caregiver, it is the most challenging holding of space for the beloved.

It's moments like these when I think there was a reason why I got on a bus to leave Miami. When we risk something, we never know what quiet joy it will bring -- later.

Lynda is also a wonderful writer. I can't wait to read her post-caregiver stories.

Grateful to you Lynda, for your sweet and thoughtful friendship! 🌹

DISPATCH The #SCOTUS demonstration, as far as I co

DISPATCH The #SCOTUS demonstration, as far as I could tell, was peaceful. Hundreds of students from Liberty University were on a field trip. A double-barricade separated both sides, symbolic of a nation divided

An interesting -- even fascinating -- cacophony sounded through the air as both sides practiced freedom of speech within feet of eachother -- almost like a Bach counterpoint. A male preacher's voice was a dissonant drone to a female's impassioned speech.

Yet somehow, though not in unison, there was the first amendment in the flesh, making itself known. I walk by the same grounds often at night, so I know the quiet. Today, it's like these voices punched through space.

I saw few people from opposing sides really looking at each other -- really strange. Not even angrily. Parallel universes. Awkwardness at the dinner table.

One pro- choice dancer moved through the opposing side, smiling, undeterred.

I know what I believe. I just go to witness. To understand. Today was undoubtedly one of the weirdest demonstrations I've experienced in the nation's capital.

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FOOD FOR THOUGHT And to think the last time I made

FOOD FOR THOUGHT And to think the last time I made banana pudding with my friend's kid two years ago we had no idea there'd be a pandemic.

2021 edition delish, though!

Spite pot ... you know I had to 😂 #cometomama

Spite pot ... you know I had to 😂

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