Like many Americans today, I am devastated. Not just because “the other side won,” but because of what a Trump victory says about my country, and what it means for our future. President Obama’s eight years gave me hope that we weren’t as bad as the rest of the world thought we were. After all, if we could elect Obama in…Continue Reading
I learned how to read at a very early age. So early, in fact, that I don’t even remember the process of learning. I’m told my grandmother taught me, and considering she spent the most time with me, that must be the truth. I remember reading story books to the other kids in first grade, sitting in the teacher’s spot and being…Continue Reading
I’m almost thirty. Nearly halfway, in fact, to that notorious birthday every woman is supposed regard with pure dread. In just six short months, certain fashion choices will suddenly be off-limits to me, I will go from “Miss” to “Ma’am,” and no one will ever card me again for alcohol, unless of course I’m with a younger friend and the waiter doesn’t…Continue Reading
If asked, most people would say they know the way their friends and acquaintances present themselves on social media is a façade. Still, when you’re scrolling through your various feeds and see only the “best side” of everyone you know, it’s understandable that feelings of failure or inadequacy may arise.
We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist. — Son of Baldwin (@SonofBaldwin) August 18, 2015 “We can agree to disagree” is a phrase I’ve used often in my life. I’ve used it both as a way of saying, “I respect your view,…Continue Reading
Labor Day has always felt like a pointless holiday to me; I have no family members in a union, and I worked in the service industry until fairly recently. For the few of you who have never known the joys of retail, hotel, or restaurant work: that means that any Labor Day I had off was an unpaid coincidence (usually)…Continue Reading