Of Course You Would Think That
Mirrors are funny. They’re sneaky little buggers. They are also notorious liars. Some drive you to question why you ever question yourself. Others turn you off from ever looking in another mirror again. Mirrors are not unlike people. Some people view you as the epitome of beauty, others would rather not look at you. Our…
Doomscrolling Letters
My days are quiet. At times, the quiet feels like that moment in a movie where some pivotable realization occurs to the protagonist and the viewer instantly floods with empathy. At other times, I just want to talk to someone. Enter the wild west of social media. I make a conscious effort to not open…
Scrolling Houses On Zillow With No Moving Plans
This post contains content that may be triggering to some. For more info please click here. The time is 9:48 pm and I’ve come across the most beautiful home at the foot of a mountain in Utah in the curated list RedFin has emailed me. It has exposed brick in the kitchen, wooden beams in…
Mental Health, Her & Him
I’ve recently been getting a lot of targeted ads for Hers. It’s an online service that allows women to fill out a questionnaire and receive antidepressants and antianxiety medication through the mail. I have so many issues with this. 1. Only women get anxious and depressed? The depiction of only women in these ads contributes…
How To Be An Ally
Can we talk about performative allyship for a minute? Social media has made everyone believe they are an activist. Most of them are not. Most are taking less than a second to like or repost something yet keep their mouth shut when someone around them hurls a racist slur. Most are turning away when homophobic…
Don’t Meet Your Heroes
A perk of living in one of the largest cities in the world is that a lot of other people are there too: people I idolize; people I would never meet in the little Midwest city where I grew up. I was ecstatic to discover an author I had obsessed over for years was making…
I Didn’t Google The Woman Who Hit Me With Her Car
I live in one of those suburbs that used to be farmland fifteen years ago but now any stretch of undeveloped land is doomed to become rows of track homes. The population is vastly white (89%) with the largest minority group being Asian (9%).* It’s a community of upper middle class families working hard to…
Say Hi
My son is nonverbal. He’s closer to two than one in age and is the size of an average three year old closer to four in age. He’s got giant brown eyes and curly almost blonde hair. His cheeks dance a samba when he runs and his feet are what we call “cornish hens.” He’s…
Dance Like Nobody’s Watching
I discovered a love of EDM in the basement of a local concert hall. The side door entry club was cleverly called “The BASSment”. It was an all ages club that booked electronic dance music DJs. This was the early 2000’s and the term “EDM” wasn’t as popular as it is today. Club goers were…
Hi, My Name Is…
Blythe Baird in her book, “If My Body Could Speak,” writes “I used to find empowerment in labels, Now I feel suffocated by them.” I felt that in my core. When I was a kid, I wanted to be PRETTY. I wanted to be SMART. I was a WRITER. When I was an adolescent, I…
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