Whatdoyoudodear.com Website Review

i love this day. this day is sacred. this day is terrible and beautiful and ugly and hopeful and frightening and true. it is the day, five years ago, that my son was diagnosed with spina bifida. it is the day, two years ago, that my daughter way born. today, (in case i hung the stockings. i littered my tabletops with twinkle lights. i busted out the nativity set. i agreed to attend three holiday parties. i trimmed the tree and bedazzled that su*ker with exactly four tons of tinsel (because all trees should look like the one from a christmas story– less is not more). then i collapsed in front of the…  yesterday. a child i love was told that our future leader hates him because he is a “retard.” a child i love wept because she’s frightened that her president will send her daddy to mexico. a woman i love woke up to read slurs thrown at her children of color by people before i tell you about this epic chimney sweep wheelchair costume, i have a confession. when we first moved to the suburbs, i got all boo-hoo-whaa-whaa-snobby-pants about the situation. my reaction to moving 15 minutes away from downtown was (i as*ume) similar to how most 30-somethings feel when they realize that yes, they do indeed need (and…  i’m still here. did that sound dramatic? it probably sounded dramatic. i’m sorry. i don’t mean it like, “i’m still here (even though everything is terrible and i’m crying).” and i don’t mean it like “i’m still here (even though my world is rocked by unimaginable personal tragedy).” what i mean is, “i’m still here (even though i haven’t been…  can we agree it’s been an emotional week? sunday morning was a swarm of news and information and horror as we settled into the unreality of yet another national tragedy. we grieved from behind our screens, praying for comfort and doing what we could to voice our support and when i was in college i started purchasing copies of my favorite movies from childhood. i stored them in bins under the bed in my dorm