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
The Equal Justice Initiative works to protect basic human rights, to challenge economic and racial injustice, and to end mass incarceration in the United States. Based in Montgomery, Alabama, it was founded in 1989 by public interest lawyer and bestselling author, Bryan Stevenson. It is a private, nonprofit organization that provides re-entry assistance to individuals … Continue reading What Color Is Your Parachute: Part 2
We knew he’d be tall because his knees were too big for his legs. Ever since he was little, they were at least three times the size of his knees. We figured that he’d take after my dad’s uncles. In college, I was really excited when he asked to come visit me. Seven years my … Continue reading But I Am Still Thirsty
It flew into the living room abruptly last night. We'd left the balcony door cracked open to let in some fresh air and to hear the sounds of the city. Biscuits noticed it before I did and immediately sprung into action. V grabbed the broom, some shoes, and some Windex. Anything we could use to … Continue reading Like Ants on a Melon
After Robin Williams there was Forest Whitaker. He seemed genuine, compassionate. No matter the role: hero, villain, or somewhere in between, I always wanted to trust him. I always wanted to trust in him. I'm not ashamed of my biases. There's only one genre I can commit to with my whole weight: sci-fi/fantasy. But for … Continue reading On Loving Forest Whitaker & Revisiting SMART Goals
As an anti-social programs and anti-welfare narrative, it exposes the heart of the issue, the heart of the error. People who benefit from social programs aren’t animals. Children with special needs aren’t moose. Women aren’t moose. Black people, Muslims, and undocumented immigrants aren’t moose. Syrians aren’t moose.
This isn't going to come out right, but I'll try. Service has always been a part of my family. It wasn't something we talked about. It wasn't tokenized; it wasn't manufactured. It wasn't even referred to as service. (Saying it now makes me feel paternalistic). My father volunteered as a basketball coach when my brother … Continue reading If You’re Here For the Hugs & Cookies, Please Get Out (Part 1 of 2)