Black lives matter

I couldn’t turn away from Ferguson MO last night. I haven’t been able to since August 9,[ref]A friend of mine is a columnist at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, so I was following the story through him and others on Twitter well before the cable news cameras finally made it to town.[/ref] when Michael Brown was shot.

I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I’m so crushingly sad for my friends who have to worry about this for their sweet little boys. I don’t know what to do with any of that emotion. I know that just being angry & frustrated & sad isn’t sufficient. I don’t know — as a white suburban stay-at-home mom — what I can do with any of it that can actually affect any change.

So for now, at least, I’m going to keep listening and paying attention.

Michael Brown

Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager, was shot dead on August 9 by Darren Wilson, a white police officer.

Eric Garner

The medical examiner said compression of the neck and chest, along with Garner’s positioning on the ground while being restrained by police during the July 17 stop on Staten Island, caused his death.

John Crawford

In the final moments of the footage from August 5, Crawford is seen standing at the end of an aisle, pointing the [AirSoft] gun downwards at his side, occasionally swinging it and holding it towards a store shelf containing pet products. Oblivious to the unfolding police response, Crawford, 22, talks casually on the phone with the mother of his two young sons.

Ezell Ford

Ford had a history of mental illness and had been convicted of marijuana possession and illegal possession of a loaded firearm. In January, he was put on probation for trespassing in Long Beach. … What is clear: After he was stopped, Ford was killed, shot by two members of the Los Angeles Police Department.

What we’re eating this week

It’s Monday! That means we’re talking about food here at Butterscotch Sundae. Let’s be honest, though: Is there every a day when we aren’t talking about food here?

Monday: Bacon, lettuce and avocado sandwiches
Rockford might still be eating toast and soup, though.

Tuesday: Poppyseed chicken casserole
This is gentle enough that Rockford ought to be able to handle it. I hope so, anyway, because it’s one of his favorites.

Wednesday: Pizza?
I’m not in charge on Wednesday.

Thursday: Thanksgiving
I’ll be making green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, cookie pudding and maybe an apple pie. I’m certain there will also be turkey.

Friday: Thanksgiving leftovers?
If there are leftovers, we shall eat them. If there aren’t? I’ll have to manufacture a plan.

I’m linking this up with OrgJunkie.com’s weekly Menu Plan Monday thing.

Sometimes it’s tough to focus on seeing the grace

I’m not in a great mood today. My uncle unfriended me on Facebook because I questioned his judgement. I went to Trader Joe’s to pick up a few things, and everyone else in the city was also there to pick up a few things. It’s been raining all day. Poppy’s writing a story in which I play the role of “the evil grown-up.”

But also.

Rockford is recovering a bit more every day. Poppy made some delicious brownies last night. I slept in this morning. It’s almost Thanksgiving.

So maybe everything isn’t coming up roses, but it isn’t all bad either.