me too. do you think there is a word for feeling every ounce of filth, guilt, hope, wonder, shame, fear, excitement and beauty our lives have gifted us? if you find it, let me know. i’d like to use that word to describe not only … Continue readingto [You] who feels… everything at once
hi. i am right there with you. while reading the news i often feel like “hope” is no longer a tangible thing. like it’s something i lost along the way of growing up and opening my eyes to the world. i sometimes feel foolish for … Continue readingto [You] who feels hopeless today
So… does anyone else feel like they’re trying to replace the pure feeling of human connection that they so desperately miss by overusing social media apps in order to fill a void? Same. Let’s start with this: forgive yourself for the amount of seemingly unprompted … Continue readingScrolling With Caution
“How come when my teachers say the flesh colored crayons, they only mean the light ones?” An honest question I came home with to my parents after a day of the first grade. Even as a little girl, something in me knew that if your … Continue readingColorism We Consume
I have a complicated relationship with the sun. When I was younger, I remember the white girls I grew up around obsessing over laying outside and tanning for hours in the summer. They wanted to be sun-kissed, holding their arms up to mine after a … Continue readingColorism and Classism: Keeping the Poor, Poor
INTERRACIAL EDITION: Being in a relationship with a person of color is NOT a free pass to appropriate their culture. You are not “woke” just because you are in a relationship with a POC. There is no badge. There is no trophy. More than likely, … Continue reading22 RELATIONSHIP TIPS FROM A 22-YEAR-OLD MIXED GIRL (who is not an expert but gives good advice)
There are so many remarkable, odd and universal things about being a human being. We are beautifully multifaceted, but one of my favorite things? Any time we think too hard about how incomprehensible our existence is, we enter a spiral of sorts. An existential crisis, … Continue readingNew Love and Old Wounds
Anytime I reflect on my time as a mixed person in public school, I immediately place myself in the lunchroom scene from Mean Girls, except there are only two tables for my anxious eyes to dart between: the black kids and the white kids. Now, … Continue readingMixed in Public School