There’s really no sense in beating around the bush here, so let’s just dive right in. When I was 16, I was raped. It’s one of the reasons I struggle with depression today. It’s one of the reasons I go to therapy once a week. And it’s the reason I’m writing this blog today. When… Continue reading Me Too. And You. And You.
Pop a squat, kids. Mama’s got some things to say. So, gather around. Pull up a chair. Or better yet—take a knee. Ah, the kneel. We’ve got quite a lot of people on their knees (don’t) lately. Some in protest. Some in prayer. Some in both. The kneel of protest comes by way of the… Continue reading Take a Knee
The differences in beliefs between political parties are many, absolutely. Despite that vast list, though, we all have the same, or similar, ultimate goal—a thriving, successful, strong, innovative country. None of us likes poverty. None of us likes hunger. We like when our country is healthy. We like when our country is happy. We just… Continue reading Why It’s Totally Kosher to Cut Trump Supporters Out of Your Life
In middle school, we had this absolutely brilliant history and religion teacher. I mean, she was the bee’s fricken knees. You’d sit in her class and actually, like, listen. You’d actually care about the subject matter. Wild, right? I can vividly remember sitting in her history class learning about slavery and the roots of racism… Continue reading Thank you, Mr. Trump
Oh, but we didn’t really think I’d stay quiet about this one, did we? It may have taken me a couple days to ruminate over and mourn the events of November 8th, but fear not, the grieving gloves are off, and I’m ready to rumble. Donald Trump has been elected president of the United States.… Continue reading It’s Okay To Be Afraid
There are a few things in life at which I particularly excel. I spell like a wizard. I can eat a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts over the course of a commercial break. I have a vast knowledge of useless, random trivia. Horses can’t throw up. You may not enjoy this blog post, but, hey, at… Continue reading This One’s For The Girls
“My thoughts and prayers are with the people of Orlando.” Oh, if I had a nickel for every time I’ve read that sentence or some variation thereof in the past two days, I could fund every funeral of the lives lost in that shooting. You know what else I could buy? An assault rifle. I… Continue reading Thoughts, Prayers, and Other Bullshit