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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 …

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 …

i voiced that on the contrary, after years of repressing both feelings and words, that absolutely nothing felt more freeing than expression without inhibition.

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?

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.

“i don’t remember pie, i just remember pain.”

i reasoned, “if i don’t die, i’m still in the same boat as before. but if i do, cool.”

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.

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.

being biracial is its own realm of purgatory — you are never quite white enough to be white and never black enough to be black.