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Wordless Wednesday: Transfer Commode

July 13, 2011December 6, 2011 ~ Tashmica Torok

I am not sure where our toilet is planning on going but I would bet that our commode is angling for cleaner digs where it is not possible to have toys flushed away. Although I will miss indoor toilets, I have said for years that a porta potty would be cleaner with three young boys.

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3 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday: Transfer Commode”

Life As Wife says:

July 13, 2011 at 9:54 am

Bahahah it's going on strike!

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Tiffany says:

July 13, 2011 at 3:23 pm

I love when you capture these random moments and share the laugh with us!

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Anonymous says:

July 14, 2011 at 10:13 pm

very interesting, thanks

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If you're not crying, you're not at The Firecracker Foundation. This t-shirt is a gift from my board member Emily Dievendorf. It's also the 3rd affirmation in so many months of my tears as a calling, gift, and example. I sometimes take for granted the kind of tenderness it takes to remain committed to transformation and healing justice work. You must believe that transformation can happen. You must believe that your work is timeless and that results will present themselves after you are dead and gone. You must agree that it's critical and necessary to build a future you will not see. That is vulnerability. Taking time to build not for the moment but for the movement. Keep crying at work, my friends. PS - BIPOC, give yourselves permission to step away from the constant replays of violence against our bodies today. You know what is being said + shared in your bodies. Tend to your spirits and rest for the revolution. You are the work. [Image description: Tashmica, a black woman, pictured holding her laptop and wearing a white t-shirt that says (in green) I cry at work. She is wearing a gold chained long necklace with a rectangular jade piece. Her curly dark hair is down.]

I remembered a holiday and took the day off. I worked in my garden and became acquainted with my abs again. I rested in my hammock with a salty face and a sweet cupcake. I watched leaves and daydreamed about murmuration. I read books and drank bubbly water with magnolia simple syrup and mint. What a gorgeous day. I almost felt like there wasn't a pandemic, only home and now. 🌿💜 [Image description: a brown hand holds a vanilla cupcake with purple and green frosting. In the background are my legs, the blue/green/white striped hammock I'm laying in, a grey house, and blue sky.]

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