I almost drowned during volleyball practice in high school. I can’t remember if it was junior or senior year, but I remember how it started. We had a new coach that year, one who loved workouts and weight training. Partly because we were young and partly because we were lazy, her presence wasn’t a welcome … Continue reading Day 2, Week 43: Find the Bottom
I was six when my grandmother passed away, so I don’t remember much about her. What I can piece together is vague and, because of its lack of specificity, unsatisfying. I know that she had a large family and that she was one of just a few girls in a house dominated by brothers. I … Continue reading Sometimes They Come Back
Back in February I flew to Chicago for a friend's wedding. I was embarrassed that I couldn't afford the trip, but honored to be a bridesmaid. I wouldn't dare, couldn't dare cancel-- under any circumstances. In the past few years the bride had become like a sister to me: an inspiration who never set limits … Continue reading Save Tonight
When I was white, it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t intentional. It started because I was a square peg coveting circles. It started because I stuck out everywhere, even when I didn’t want the attention. Even when race and gender didn’t play a role. I just didn’t seem to belong anywhere. About seven years ago … Continue reading Black On Both Sides
My mother used to make our clothes when we were younger. In fifth grade my favorite was a black and green checkered pattern two-piece. The top fit like a suit jacket with box shoulders and mid-length sleeves. The bottoms were shorts that swam past my knees. Whenever I’d wear it, I’d get permission to wear … Continue reading Save Tonight.
I’ve always been entitled and spoiled, but I haven’t always admitted it. Too many people close to me told me I was special and capable of great things. I carried it with me. I used it as a pedestal. I used it as a crutch. I used it to stunt relationships, to leave jobs, and … Continue reading Day 7, Week 33: You Are The Last Dragon
When I moved to Chicago I was scared. I only brought a few essentials: books and shoes, anger-coated confidence. I was a stranger in a strange land, so I proceeded with caution. I harbored no expectations and packed very little fear. I meant to make a living not a life, but time is partial to entrapment. … Continue reading You Have to Build It