Overlooked. I have been overlooked; for jobs, contributions to sports teams, because I am fat, or because I am a woman. I try not to overlook others. When I worked as the senior minister for two different jobs, I tried to make space for other in worship by using inclusive/expansive language. I tried to make … Continue reading Reluctantly, Overlooked
In September a notice went up for the WFTDA (Women's Flat Track Derby Association) needed writers for the upcoming playoff season. I replied to the request and was fortunate enough to be picked up for the job. It's not especially glamorous or anything like that, but it was enabling me to write sports again. When … Continue reading Reluctantly, Handled…
It's true. After two years of not having roller skates on my feet, I sit her typing, with skates on them...reluctantly? I'm not sure what to think as I have found my own place in the roller derby community. It's a bright, shiny place for me in the world of announcing. I get to use … Continue reading Reluctantly, Roller Skates
I broke my ankle playing roller derby 3 years ago this week. It was a rough week as my body seemed to remember the trauma well before I did. I started having nightmares and fixating and replaying the break several times a day. Since the break, I've struggled with finding a place in derby ever … Continue reading Out of my Comfort Zone
Roller derby has a problem. Roller derby supposedly prides itself on being open to every size and body type. I do believe that is how it was truly intended when modern roller derby began just over 10 years ago. Teams recruited anyone to play, understanding that bigger people can make great blockers and even very … Continue reading Your Fat Derby Friend
You ever have that feeling where you're excited about doing something, but scared at the same time? Ever feel like you know something is fun once you start doing it, but really wanna puke thinking about it? That's my relationship with roller derby. I've always been fat. I'm not using "fat" as a bad word, … Continue reading Back to Skating
I broke. I broke when my Mom died. My soul felt like it faded away that October morning. My desire and will and happiness drained away and I was left a hollow shell. I broke. In May I just started to pull myself from the hole of my depression. I had found roller derby again. I had … Continue reading I Broke.