My heart is heavy and my eyes are not dry. Again. In the past two days, we’ve seen two black men killed executed by the police. Again. I’ve seen post after post by my black friends about how they’re treated like their lives don’t matter, how they live in fear for their black sons, brothers and nephews.… Continue reading Again.
Life is hard. That’s normal and it’s okay. Trying to figure out why it’s hard isn’t really worth it. Just know that things that are hard are usually worth it. Life is worth it. Your thoughts and feelings may not always match what people say you should think or feel. Your goals and desires… Continue reading A letter to my younger self.
There’s a lot of division around us these days…it’s an election year so I guess that’s to be expected. But it’s about more than just politics. What is most striking to me with all the debates, with all the finger pointing, with all the hate and fear and talk of shutting down our borders is that… Continue reading We’re all connected.
Probably at least once a month I ask the question, What is life? What does it even mean? Why are we even here? What’s the point? I basically have an existential crisis on the regular. The other day while I was brushing my teeth I was thinking about this. (What…am I the only person who has… Continue reading What Living Means to Me.
On the palm of my left hand, under my thumb, lives a scar. You can barely see it, but whenever I notice it I remember how I got it. My brother and I were little and we made a fort outside with old fencing as the barrier. My brother decided the way to get in was… Continue reading To live from our scars.