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In honor of the holiday on the calendar tomorrow, I will be talking about love. However, it will not at all be in the way that you might expect. No,

I'm struggling to put together the words to describe where I find myself as I sit down before this blank screen. This haziness, or fuzziness, is why I want to

I will do my best to attempt to tie together these tenuous threads on which I've been noodling the past week. I've spent a lot of time in these last

I'll first start by explaining this title to you. My favorite band on earth is Green Day. This should not be a surprise to many—if any—of you. Their

It's not lost on me as I reflect on another year, my thirty-third trip around our sun, looking, as I like to joke, something akin to white Jesus. This birthday

In this eternal year that mostly feels like living through the movie Groundhog Day, according to the calendar, yesterday was September 11. How it isn't a national holiday in honor

One of the first lessons I learned when I worked in marketing was how much people love getting free things. Regardless of the product or service, give people something for

I feel like I can speak for many of us when I say that days of the week don't carry meaning right now. Tuesday, Friday, Saturday, what's the difference? Yes,

I've been interested in trauma since I first heard about it a few years ago. Frankly, the more I understand about trauma—especially since I just started looking into Resmaa

I'd love to say this has been an interesting week or so, but what does  "interesting" mean anymore? Honestly, I couldn't tell you. Nonetheless, the past several days have been

I'd love to say this has been an interesting week or so, but what does  "interesting" mean anymore? Honestly, I couldn't tell you. Nonetheless, the past several days have been

It's been more days since my last post than I had planned—well, initially. However, the past few days have been intentional as I realized that I needed to spend

Over the past few days, the need to rebel and revolt against the old "normal" became inescapable to me, and much of White America. Black people and People of Color

I can't tell y'all the number of posts I've written in my head in the past week, and none of them felt right. I've felt a few little but significant

I feel like I—and we—are in the liminal space between a death and a rebirth. Societally, I think we are on the precipice of breaking into a new

While some states are beginning the process of opening up, you have news of large corporations extending work from home policies into the fall. The juxtaposition is a bit dizzying.

I'm not sure what was more jarring, taking work home with us every day or bringing the home into the workplace—and the lack of choice the pandemic ushered in

What world will we create in moving forward? This is the question on the top of my mind and has been for weeks now. I'd also love to know when

This post comes from a delicate place as I think we are all—to put it mildly—feeling like ass cheeks rubbed raw by sandpaper. Maybe it really is all

I'm not sure who of you can relate to a sense of deep self-doubt. Like a crippling sort of doubt that convinces you that what you have to contribute is