Every January, we come together culturally and sing a song of new years and New Yous. We diet and exercise and idealize and hope. On the 1st of January we chant our mantras of new beginnings, while the night before we gorged ourselves and said goodbye to old years and Old Yous. In January when... Continue Reading →
On Self-Preservation
I need people to stop thinking I’m indestructible. I need them to realize that I bleed like everyone else, I cry like everyone else I feel like everyone else. I am not the Messiah, I am not the leader, I am not the blueprint, or the source of all things. These two breasts cannot breast-feed... Continue Reading →
On Enoughness
Side Chick / Side of Fries They Went Home They went home and told their wives,that never once in all their lives,had they known a girl like me,But... They went home. They said my house was licking clean,no word I spoke was ever mean,I had an air of mystery,But... They went home. My praises were... Continue Reading →
On Memory
2 Sides to Every Story “Just right,” the yellow-haired monster said, before she swallowed the remnants of their dinner. When my mother and I argue, there are always two sides to the story we write together. I said this, she said that; I meant this, she meant that. I find it interesting how memory can... Continue Reading →
04.03.21
A body of burden A burden for a body How might one Lighten the load?
Burn Out & Toxic Positivity
DISCLAIMER: Without a doubt, I am beyond grateful to have a job. I am grateful to still have a job and to have had a job for majority of the pandemic. This blog post does not deny or erase my gratitude. Instead, it highlights a major challenge: navigating toxic positivity in the workplace, a pandemic... Continue Reading →
05.08.20
To avoid infatuation and schoolgirl crushes. I suppress the thoughts of us together, interrupt the replaying of romantic moments in my mind and tell myself “no.” But sometimes, I’ll let the images play for a second too long and I’ll fall into them. Until I have to shake myself awake and kill the butterflies in... Continue Reading →
4.7.20
What lullabies Shall I sing to myself, When my childhood singers Have left me?
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2.3.20
A quieting So subtle and soft Masked By the whistling wind The girl goes Unheard.
Famous Last Words 