Things We Used to Share


I’ve been thinking about how much of me is made of other people.

There are phrases I’ve acquired, jokes I tell like they’re my own, even songs I sing because of friends that I’ve lost over the years.  This (blog? poem? word vomit?) is for those people.  You may not know it, but you’ll always be with me.   Continue reading

Double XL


Woman’s clothing sizes are a myth.  There is no universal scale, no measurements that always ring true.  Each store uses a different tape measure that always reaches a differing conclusion.  I have walked into a store wearing size 12 shorts, picked up a pair of size 12 shorts, tried them on, and found them to fit significantly snug on me.  To be “plus sized” isn’t real either; the average clothing size of an American woman is 16-18.  Not 6-10, like the selections at most stores would lead you to believe.  I’ve walked into mainstream stores in shopping malls that only carry up to a size 12. Continue reading

What Democracy Looks Like


I talk a big talk.  I’m all about social activism, about taking a stand, fighting for what’s right.  I’ve formulated a lot of strong opinions on certain issues, opinions many of my friends and neighbors may not agree with.  This doesn’t bother me.  But, being still a teenager, I haven’t had hardly any opportunities to walk the walk.  My money has not yet been put where my mouth is, so to speak.

That is, until a few days ago.   Continue reading

A Study in Remembrance


I’ve been thinking about funerals.  Funerals and death.

My great aunt died earlier this week.  We weren’t very close; I loved her because she always sent me a ten-dollar bill on my birthday, and she called me beautiful when I didn’t think I was. I knew her for only a fraction of her life, only as my elderly aunt with big glasses.

The younger generation is cheated in that way.  Continue reading

Losing and Gaining Wisdom


I was really scared today.  Today was the day that I got all four of my wisdom teeth removed.  My rational (in my opinion) fear of pain was flaring almost as much as my potentially crippling fear of the unknown.  All I could remember was an episode of Victorious from my childhood, in which one on the characters, Trina, had her wisdom teeth taken out.  A semi-sociopathic character at best, Trina went insane with pain and silliness for, like, three days, and that low-key scarred me for life.   Continue reading



Do you remember when you were younger, and you’d screw something up?  You’d break a candle, or draw on the wall with marker, or pull a thread out of your sweater until it unravels.  Do you remember the look on your mom’s face?  The way her eyes would be hard, with no glints of pleasure.  She was disappointed.  And though she still loved you, she was not proud of you in that moment.   Continue reading

Silent Defiance


It’s called proving them wrong.  In our American history, it’s quintessential to our core values.

Martin Luther King, Jr. knew that.  He was a preacher of peaceful protests, of silent defiance.  Of not sticking it to the man but rather proving that they are just as capable.  And on this day that we observe in MLK’s honor, I’d like to acknowledge a few things.   Continue reading