As I re-read my thoughts from Power in Depth, I began to wonder about the mechanics of how we actually stay there safely. What happens when the “middle ground” stops feeling like a waiting room and starts feeling like its own destination? I am reminded of a story my aunt told me before she passed.… Continue reading Part 2: The Physics of the Rise
Yesterday, an ICE agent shot and killed a 37-year-old woman. And before anyone rushes to frame this as a shocking escalation, I want to say this plainly: This isn’t new violence.What’s new is the size of the audience. Black and brown communities have been living inside this reality for generations. They didn’t wake up yesterday… Continue reading It isn’t Escalation. It’s Exposure
How many of us spend our lives searching for our One Big Purpose? Probably most of us. We want to matter. We want to belong. We want to know that when we are gone, something of us remains. Someone once told me that people try to ensure this in one of two ways. They have… Continue reading One Big Purpose
I never thought we’d fall. But now I can’t help but see the small, seemingly harmless ways we’ve given up our freedommanipulated to do what’s right, practical, and safe. I remember 9/11. Listening to the news on the radio. Numb.Certain it had to be a misunderstanding.It couldn’t happen here. I was a college student, wandering… Continue reading Fear and Freedom
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: Call It What It IsWhen everything gets spoken out loud. The house was quieter than it had been all day, but not silent. Dishes clinked softly in the sink. Music… Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Two: Call It What It Is
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The CrossingWhen ease feels unfamiliar—but your body knows it’s safe. The dinner was simple. Just a thank-you, Rowan had said, for the contributors who lent their voices to the What… Continue reading Chapter Six: The Crossing
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 16 I used to think desire meant surrender.That if you felt the heat, you had to follow it.That wanting someone meant saying yes with your body,even when your heart hadn't caught up. I’ve learned better. These days, I’m no longer rushing toward the spark without checking where it leads.I’m… Continue reading Wanting Without Losing Myself
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 6 Before I ever learned to shrink myself inside relationships,I learned to shrink myself inside a system that told me it was love. Before the heartbreaks with names and faces,there was a different kind of heartbreak.A quieter one.A belonging that asked me to be small. I started going to… Continue reading The Places That Made Me and Unmade Me
