I did a podcast two years ago with @zibbyowens and she has since become a friend. Now she’s published a beautiful website featuring “brilliant essays for busy readers”. I am honoured to have written about the stories we see on screens and their place in my life for her new site “We Found Time”. 🌿 (link to full article in bio ) @momsdonthavetimetoreadbooks
Hello everyone. I am writing you from my home where I have been social distancing since Mar 18th – when social distancing was instituted in the small community where I am currently living. At the time of my Mar 16th post, the directives from the authorities here were that we not congregate in groups of more than 250ppl and that we wash our hands regularly, which we were doing. Two days later, those directives changed and, despite my intense trepidation over the socioeconomic and political repercussions of this course of action, PLEASE KNOW I AM DOING MY PART TO FLATTEN THE CURVE, PRACTICING SOCIAL DISTANCING AND STAYING HOME WITH MY FAMILY. I want to offer my sincere and heartfelt apology for the insensitivity I showed in my previous post to the very real suffering and fear that has gripped the world through COVID19. Grandparents, parents, children, sisters and brothers are dying, the world is rallying to find a way to stop this very real threat, and my ensuing silence has sent a dismissive, arrogant and cryptic message. My direct and special apologies to those most affected by this pandemic. I never meant to hurt you. When I wrote that post 10 days ago, I thought I was infusing calm into the hysteria. I can see now that I was projecting my own fears into an already fearful and traumatic situation. I am grieved by the ongoing loss of life, and the impossible decisions medical workers around the world must make as they treat those affected. I am concerned for our communities – small businesses and families living paycheck-to-paycheck – and I am trying to follow responsible recommendations for how to help. Like many of you, I fear for the political aftermath of this pandemic, and I am praying for us all. At the same time, I am heartened by the beauty and humanity I see so many people demonstrating toward one another in this vulnerable time. When I was grappling with my own fears over social distancing, one kind, wise and gracious person said to me “do it out of love, not fear” and it helped me to realize my place in all of this. Sending love to all of you, even if you can’t return it right now. EL
(The whole page is included, so that the whole page can be read 😉 ) There are some people frustrated with this post. For those of you who feel that only a rich person could express this sentiment...a few thoughts: I grew up #poorproud . We had very little as a family, my parents just scraped by and they were (and remain ) some of the happiest people I know. Amazingly so. They are now financially comfortable and their happiness hasn’t changed. Personally, when I got my big acting break on Lost, I was driving a beat-up old car with duct tape for a back window and I was living in low-income housing. For the following ten years as Lost shot me to international stardom and financial freedom, I was more unhappy than I’d ever been. Money had not made me happier (not that I expected it would ) and fame had actually made me less happy. I am not suggesting that the impacts of dire poverty are negligible. I am dedicated to my humanitarian work. The primary goal of that work is lifting people out of poverty. But I AM in agreement with these experts who say that if you are lucky enough to have enough, MORE is unlikely to make you much happier. Maybe a little happier? Maybe a lot happier for a moment?? But, ultimately, in the long run, happiness doesn’t come from more material gain. This book is a powerful and interesting read that I would recommend for anyone, but especially for parents who are fortunate enough to be wealthy. #enoughisenough #moneycantbuyhappiness 📚 #thepriceofpriviledge #drmadelinelevine #books #parenting #parentingbooks .
#fbf #flashbackfriday Yesterday many of you said “brunette”. Well, here she is, about a year ago today. I had such a rough year last year but I didn’t want to share all of it with you because i didn’t want to be a dark cloud in your world. All I’ve ever wanted to do was put joy in the world. To add sunshine. I didn’t want you to be having a perfectly good day and then have my post make you sad. But I struggle deeply with feeling that all I ever am is what I feel everyone else wants and needs me to be. I often feel alone and unseen. . I have always known I was strong. Strong enough, I believed, to hold all my pain and everyone else’s also. So I kept it all inside, kept it to myself, and made space in there to hold your pain, too. Publicly, I hid and made light of my deepest traumas and laughed in the face of my most profound pain. . Until, last year, I broke. Suddenly I was forced to face my weakness and my limitations, my trauma and fears. I was left with no choice but to accept that I am limited or...carry on down a road of perfectionist denial that would inevitably kill me. . I am coming out of that deep place, slowly. As I start to breathe the fresh air, as I start to find my new, limited footing, I feel disconnected from you. I feel it’s pointless to share the light when you don’t know my darkness. I feel lost and apathetic about this space we share. . But I ask myself...would you have wanted to come along in my darkness had I shared it? . 📷 taken by my four-year-old son #whenbabieshavecameras . #lightanddarkness
If Orwell’s 1984 didn’t scare you because it was “only a book”, this shit should. Facial recognition technology is now a reality and I stand-up against it. Privacy and autonomy are necessary for a functioning democracy and are so important to me. I don’t want to be erased because I don’t conform to what governments or corporations tell me I should do, or say, or be. Just because government surveillance is already out of control doesn’t mean we should throw the flood gates open and allow them to track our every move, word, relationship or choice. Yesterday, universities and colleges across America raised their voices against facial recognition on their campuses. I support them and am grateful for the stand they are taking. Join us and speak out against this invasive and dangerous technology in your own community. LINK IN BIO The government is responsible to do what they can to protect us from outside danger, but it is OUR responsibility to protect ourselves from the government having unmitigated control over every detail of our lives. That was what the American experiment was all about in the first place...FREEDOM and AUTONOMY FROM UNFETTERED GOVERNMENT CONTROL. Are you willing and ready to fight for your freedom as America’s forefathers did for theirs? To be an example to the rest of the world. Keep your government responsible. Keep your authorities accountable. Keep your life sacred. Don’t let them track you like a common criminal. If you are innocent, demand your right to privacy and protect your right to the first amendment. #banfacialrecognition #facialrecognition #1984
For the record, YES, my hair is happy we wrapped. 😳😳. My hair has been FALLING OUT for two weeks now. 7 complete bleachings in 6 weeks is NOT how one is supposed to treat their follicles but mamas hair groweth fast...like, crazy fast, and roots were not an option when playing a natural blonde. Alas 🤷🏻♀️ what’s a lady to do?? #theshowmustgoon #balding #ladybalding #thisshitisreal SWIPE to see what currently happens when I scratch my head 😳😳😳😳
That’s a wrap, folks. To the Till Death team...too much fun. You’re a cool bunch of cats. Keep on keepin on. We’ll always have Glen Rose. 🤟🏻 Thank you for all your love. #tilldeathmovie @cinestate @rebeller @aharon_keshales #jasonsudeikis @sheawhigham @realmikecolter #setlife #filmmakingfamily #texas
It’s not about the trimmings, it’s about the truth. Is the leading character a girl or a boy, black or white, gay or straight, right or wrong? I want to see myself on screen and on the pages of a book. I want to be represented. But even more, I want to see the truth. I don’t want to be lied to. In our quest for equality we are leaving behind wisdom. In our fight for what’s fair we are forgetting what’s true. Truth: i can relate to a character that doesn’t look, smell or sound like me if truth is in their words and wisdom is in their struggle. I write stories. I have been asked, so many times, to write stories about tough girls who save the day, who have an impact, who make a difference. I have been advised not to write my stories - stories about characters who look weird and seem only to fail their way through existence. I have been told not to write stories about a character whose skin is a different colour than my own. “Those are not your stories to tell.” I have been told. But those stories CAME FROM IN ME, how can they not be mine? They live and breathe in me. How can they not represent a part of me? My inner world is not populated by heroic, white, female idols. It’s populated by my experiences, by my varied world, by my vast inner pain. I have thought about giving up on writing my stories. It seems they are the types of stories nobody wants to hear anymore. Even if they’re brimming with truth, the trimmings aren’t right. ”swallowing hooks without lines or intentional rhymes, but, whatever, as long as we dance.” (Song: @benbenabraham #NobodyWantsToHearSongsAnymore ) Well, I won’t write a story by starting with a trimming and then trying to manipulate truth into the space that’s left. I’ve never been inspired by a story like that and they are not in me to tell. Besides, writing them makes me feel much too much like an adult. I will keep writing my own stories - doing that makes me feel how your six-year-old feels on Christmas morning. Let the few get offended on behalf of the unoffended world. The stories must not be for them anyway, for they have rejected innocence and cannot see my truth.
We all wear #masks . What’s yours?
Go shawty, it's the weekend We gonna party like it's the weekend. 💥 #weekendvibes
One of these days I will remember to bring my phone to set and take some cute pictures of something other than this gosh-darned salon chair. #boredomnecessitatesposts 🤷🏻♀️