Real Life Interrupts

I think we all, to an extent, blog about our real lives. Sewing, crafting, making things are all a part of who I am. But, there are parts that I usually keep to myself. Like my feelings on what happened to this young man.

Today, we wear our hoodies for him.

And for my sons.

And for the black boys and men who should still be here.


12 thoughts on “Real Life Interrupts

      • I know what you mean. I keep trying not to focus on it, but that seems disrespectful somehow. But, when I let myself dwell on it I have this useless rage and extreme sadness about the whole thing.


  1. I won’t pretend to know how it feels to be a young black man, seen as some kind of threat by every insecure, terrified, moron out there. As a mother though, I know it must be heartbreaking (and infuriating) to see people go from pinching your cute little boys’ cheeks to eyeing them suspiciously.

    Are we STILL living with this shit? And dying with it?

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