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They say that the older you get, the faster time goes by. I turned a year older in May, and the month whizzed by -- so they may be on to something. Here's a look at some must-read posts from BlogHer members you may have missed in the blur that was May.
I'm a fan of creative non-fiction so it's wasn't surprising that member smzrunner's post "Running in a Windstorm" jumped out at me.
The wind whipped around something fierce, gusting from the west and making it almost impossible to swallow at times. She was a thin little thing, weighing maybe a buck twenty with shoes, barely an outline of breasts inside her sports bra, though her legs and caboose fairly radiated power.
Her iPod cord was tucked under her shirt. An early-model Garmin adorned her wrist and a white headband trapped stray hairs that pulled out of her short ponytail. She wore sunglasses, shorts and a tank top in obvious hopes that the sun had more staying power than the wind. The wind was warm and the sun felt great at this early hour.
In her post The Story of the Yellow Sweater, member hannahkaty talks about love and connections. She wraps up the pieces of ourselves that we keep and that we give away in that sweater.
You told me you liked my yellow sweater and I thought maybe I could wear it every single day if it would make you smile. I took the cardigan off at the end of the day, folded it neatly in a square on my bed and thought of ways to keep you perfectly in my memory. As Perfect As That Yellow Sweater.
My mother told me from the beginning that we can keep a lot of things in this lifetime. We can keep a room clean. We can keep an eye on someone. We can keep trying. We can keep up with the times. But she also taught me that we cannot keep people, especially if they don’t want to be kept. And we should not let others keep our hearts, “That, my love, is something you are wise to keep for yourself until you know that someone else won’t stomp away with it.“
BlogHer member WritRams knows someone being charged with murder. In her post Between a Rock and Murder Talk she tries to connect this girl that she knows with the one being charged with murder.
It’s easy to pass judgment on people you don’t know--strung-out mug shots flashed as the lead story on television news at five.
It’s easy when you haven’t changed the person’s diaper, or had them play with your daughters, or bought them birthday gifts, or saw them looking like a princess during a wedding.
Judgments are easy then.
Judgments aren’t so easy when you witness someone with too much potential and too little support.
I've always been a bit of a morning person. I've tried to be more of a night owl but there is just something about the mornings that call to me. They are shiny, fresh and almost anything feels possible. I found a kindred spirit in member ImperfectGrace and her post, "In the Mornings."
In the calm of my car, during my 45 minute commute to work, this is the time that I contemplate the future. It must be the sweet morning air, or the privilege of watching the sun rise over a land so beautiful that it takes my breath away (yes, Minnesota is good for some things). Maybe it’s the uplifting stories I hear over National Public Radio (you know, once I get past all the stories about war and car bombings and politics). Whatever it is, I get this electrical sense of confidence and excitement, elation and glee for what could be.
And of course, May was about mothers. BlogHer member Marly remembered her everyday mom.
I feel bad for not remembering all my mom did for me. And I worry this makes me a bad daughter. Or is this just the way things are? A friend of mine once told me that in most families a mother's love is expected and a father's love is earned. As a result, mothers begin to seem more like a commodity. Commodities are useful and valuable, but more of an every-day kind of thing. Easily taken for granted.
Did we miss a May post from BlogHer.com that you really enjoyed? Add a link to it in the comments!
Contributing Editor Sassymonkey also blogs at Sassymonkey and Sassymonkey Reads.
