19 and pregnant will collide dreams with reality quickly and you might just find yourself (as I did in 2002) in a tan Ford truck having a very awkward conversation with your boyfriend that goes a little something like this: Him: Well, do you think we should get married? Me: (thinking... this isn't exactly how I dreamt of being proposed to) Maybe. I dunno. It's probably what everyone expects. Him: (thinking...this isn't exactly how I dreamt that answer to be) Yeah. Ok. He says he doesn't remember that conversation, but I do. I often remind him that I have a situational memory like an elephant. I don't forget. It's a blessing. And a curse. I've never looked back on that conversation with anything but fondness. I had many not so fond conversations after that with others. Conversations I'll write about in detail when the time is right and when I can find the words that I've never can seem to find. For now, I will say that one particular conversation was
My sweet sister passed through recently and I enjoyed sitting and chatting with her and her bombastic husband. They always make me laugh. And think. I appreciate that about them both. We discussed books, politics, food, family and of course where we see our country headed. Those of you that follow me on Instagram (I still have a profile on Facebook but no longer use the platform) might have been caught off guard by my more seemingly political posts. I have gone back and forth as to if I should explain myself here. I mean, who am I really? No one actually. And nothing screams self-importance like a friend on your feed posting, "Why I never posted about controversial issues and now I do." It's weird and yet, here I am writing about it. I wrestle with this idea because clarity matters. I want those of you that I love and are dear family and friends to try to understand where I am coming from especially when and if we disagree. It is hard to be clear on social media. It is h