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    Child Custody in the Time of Pandemia

    I am still raw from the March 13th sting when we, terrified by a novel virus, canceled classes at the high school where I teach -- where my youngest attends -- and floored it home without a backward glance, locked ourselves up tightly, and refused to open for friend and stranger both. I forced smiles for all the kids in my care, "What an adventure!" it said. We got this. I got this.

    Simply Insignificant

    Lately, I have been feeling a bit small. There are so many BIG concerns in the world right now that my life feels ... well ... unimportant.

    Maintaining is the New Thriving

    Don’t misunderstand me: Sierra’s death is in here, waiting, like lava bubbling deep inside a sleeping volcano. It will have its day, as such losses do, whether I want it or not.

    On predictions of death

    I am like him. When I am angry, my eyes flash contemptuously and I say nothing. I feel wrath and hatefulness and plan cruelty. It passes. I’m glad that is mostly all.

    We Stand on the Backs of Generations of Women: Some Thoughts on My Grandmother

    Today’s show was different. It was less of a conversation and more of a look into one woman’s life.

    We stand on the backs of the generations of women who came before us, and lately I’ve been thinking about my grandmothers…about the opportunities I have in my life that they weren’t even allowed to dream about. My grandma on my mom’s side left the family farm at twelve years old to go work at the hospital in Springfield, MO so she could send money home to her family. Imagine that. Being twelve years old and moving to a new city to work in order to send money home to your family. The grit and fortitude it must have taken for her to do that boggles my mind.

    Both of my grandmothers have incredible stories, as so many of our elders do. But my Grandma Gillespie, my dad’s mom, has been on my mind because lately I’ve felt echoes of her extraordinary rage calling out to me. See, her anger was the type of rage that could burn holes through time. Even though she’s been dead for many years, and I hardly spent any time with her as a kid, occasionally her anger washes over me, usually just for a moment, but it stops me dead in my tracks, and I’m forced to reckon with her rage from beyond the veil. I am compelled to wonder why she was so angry. Her anger was more than a feeling. It was an electromagnetic pulse that could knock the wind out of you. It was and still is that powerful.

    Takeaways

    1. We owe it to our foremothers to follow our dreams.
    2. We owe it to the world to share our gifts right now.

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    Songs in this episode:

    Bang Sugar Bang – “Super Cool”
    Mad Planet – “Slowly I Turn”


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    Cooper Gillespiehttp://gxrlpod.com
    Cooper is responsible for all the operations inside GXRL. She holds a BA in theatre from Smith College and an MFA in creative nonfiction from University of California, Riverside-Palm Desert. When she's not writing and editing, she's hosting the GXRL podcast, acting, and rocking out with her two bands LANDROID and Bang Sugar Bang.
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    Latest Posts

    Child Custody in the Time of Pandemia

    I am still raw from the March 13th sting when we, terrified by a novel virus, canceled classes at the high school where I teach -- where my youngest attends -- and floored it home without a backward glance, locked ourselves up tightly, and refused to open for friend and stranger both. I forced smiles for all the kids in my care, "What an adventure!" it said. We got this. I got this.

    Simply Insignificant

    Lately, I have been feeling a bit small. There are so many BIG concerns in the world right now that my life feels ... well ... unimportant.

    Maintaining is the New Thriving

    Don’t misunderstand me: Sierra’s death is in here, waiting, like lava bubbling deep inside a sleeping volcano. It will have its day, as such losses do, whether I want it or not.

    On predictions of death

    I am like him. When I am angry, my eyes flash contemptuously and I say nothing. I feel wrath and hatefulness and plan cruelty. It passes. I’m glad that is mostly all.
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