PinnedBeth AdiraA Little Too…I am a little too much or too little for some folks. Just existing seems to cause people pain. You see, I am a woman, a girl, and your…Jul 18, 20223Jul 18, 20223
PinnedBeth AdiraAn Expert In Grieving, Or Maybe NotAt an early age, I grieved. I grieved my lost childhood. I lamented what I could have been: a quick and sassy powerhouse whose success…Jun 23, 20212Jun 23, 20212
Beth AdiraWriting While Grieving: The Space In BetweenLast June, I wrote “An Expert In Grieving, Or Maybe Not,” processing, albeit myopically, that the depths of my grief could certainly not…Apr 13, 20222Apr 13, 20222
Beth AdirainWoodworkers of the World Unite!!!The Smell of HomeOne of my favorite smells is the unique and satisfying mixture of sweat and sawdust. No, I do not have a strange fetish for lumberjacks…Sep 26, 20214Sep 26, 20214
Beth AdiraTo The Man Who Called Me WokeTo the white man who co-opted a phrase intended to celebrate the ability to be open to a myriad of points of view and experiences and…May 29, 20215May 29, 20215
Beth AdiraHappy Mothers Day! I Do Not Hate You!A Blessed Childhood Turned To Trauma. Yes, I Still Love Her.May 1, 20211May 1, 20211
Beth AdiraI Had No Greater Anger Than When I Was Part Of The ProblemAn Exploration of Love, Race, Agency, Privilege and PainApr 18, 20214Apr 18, 20214
Beth AdiraShe Deserves A NameAn Ode To The Woman Who Changed A Child’s LifeApr 10, 20215Apr 10, 20215
Beth AdiraI Want Some Sugar…This morning, I wanted to write something brief. This is the weekend I have committed to spring cleaning. As I am mulling over topics, I…Apr 3, 20213Apr 3, 20213
