Valerie is a complicated individual—like most of us.
Felt compelled to draw Mr. Floyd last night.
Empathy means imagining myself as a black man, never feeling completely safe while out in public.
Empathy means imagining myself as a black parent, having the heartbreaking task of educating my children that they, because of their skin color, have to be extra careful with their words and their actions, that they are second-class citizens in land of the free and the home of the brave.
Black Lives Matter is a thing because we keep acting as if black lives don’t matter. Find your empathy.
Good for all…
Today’s prompt: shower curtain. Was tempted to add some words to the drawing but I think it speaks just fine on its own.
Today’s prompt: leper
I think she’s onto something.
Garvin is a cool name, me thinks.
Physical touch. It’s not just for canines.
Not as powerful a phrase as “forsaken me,” but timely. For those of us that claim some type of connection with or sense of God in our lives (however that is defined), perhaps we can all recall instances of feeling abandoned or separated. Working in the hospital at this strange time I hear this feeling expressed by patients and families. Patients feel locked away in their rooms and family members can’t bridge the chasm keeping away visitors. Faith is a help that many turn to, and those of us who are able to be present have the privilege of showing up, making things a little less lonely, and hopefully are conduits of divine Love and Light.