i’ve been fairly quiet on social media about what’s going on in much of the world right now, and while i’m very vocal and opinionated …
cobwebs
it’s been almost twelve weeks since i’ve written. i attempted to convince myself to just let this total lapse in mental wellness pass, assuming it …
because i’m me
i voiced that on the contrary, after years of repressing both feelings and words, that absolutely nothing felt more freeing than expression without inhibition.
the end of the end is nigh to nigh
it’s all anyone has been wishing and hoping for (myself included) for what feels like eons, but now that it seems to be actually coming to fruition, i find myself somewhat…hesitant? terrified? what’s the word i’m looking for? what are words?
brown town, white history
it’s a blast from the past for any valley kid – there are so many ancient treasures and signs i thought i’d never see again.
auf wiedersehen, dear fry’s
“i don’t remember pie, i just remember pain.”
abandon all hope, ye who enter here
i reasoned, “if i don’t die, i’m still in the same boat as before. but if i do, cool.”
my frumpy valentine
my best friend would later say it was very beyoncé of me, which made it sound way cooler than it was. i didn’t feel like beyoncé.
ode to kai
losing my dad had always been my biggest fear growing up, and no amount of years could have prepared me for it, though i never thought it would be so soon.
growing up bi-racial in white public spaces
being biracial is its own realm of purgatory — you are never quite white enough to be white and never black enough to be black.
