Black lives matter. And yes, I typically write about birds, but I’m finding it really hard to think about birding and happier times spent birding, when I know people are dying because of the color of their skin. Because people are still racist. Because they haven’t confronted their own privilege and how white supremacy makes… Continue reading Black Lives Matter
I wrote this draft over a month ago and decided not to publish it. Feeling somewhat better now, I have decided to share what I was feeling then. 6 April 2020. Today's been hard. The world I write to you from today is very different from the world I wrote to you from less than… Continue reading One Month Ago
One of my first "adult" purchases was a couch. I didn't need it. Here's what I learned.
I did SO MUCH in 2019. Here's a snippet of everything I did.
This is probably the hardest personal essay I've ever written, but I needed to write it.
She radiates fire and demands justice be served to those who have so wronged others.
Flying faster and harder than had been known for her species before, the bird pushes through the sky. She dodges buildings and trees and airplanes as they seem to leap into her path. Still faster and faster she flies. Into the darkness. She knows that she can fly harder, so she does. And she's carrying… Continue reading It Does Not Rise the Same
via Daily Prompt: Relocate What does it mean to relocate? We can relocate our lives. We can take new jobs and move to a new city, state, or country. We can move within our own city and feel as though we're relocating. I've recently moved from a townhome into an apartment in the city, and… Continue reading Daily Prompt: Relocating Reflections
Okay, firstly, I hadn't intended on publishing something twice in a row. This is my 100th post, and it's not what I envisioned sharing. But this is the world we live in now, and I can't make happy, woo, cutesy posts when our world is continuing to face terrible acts of injustice, murder, and hatred.… Continue reading The Bubble of Ignorance – Part 2
Ten feet away, an idol stands at a microphone in front of her. The idol announces that her turn is up in 3, and she isn't sure whether she's ready. She's never been one to be so real in front of strangers, and she doesn't want to steal the spotlight from people whose stories matter more than… Continue reading The Open Mic