Today, I FaceTime’d my mom and cried. I cried, for the first time since the inauguration, and now I can’t stop. My mind is swirling through all the horrible things that have happened and the stress feels so insurmountable I feel I just may stop breathing. I hate this president. I hate him, but mostly … More Activism Ain’t Easy
January 21, 2017 I’ve been racking my brain all day, trying to put into words these intense feelings I’ve been having. All day, I’ve felt off. Something has been out of place, and just not right. Then, I realized, it’s because I wasn’t as the Women’s March, largely in part because of a flu I … More Journal #6 | I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR
A Year of manifesting my dreams begins now I rang in the new year sipping long island ice teas in a grungy hotel bar, fighting eager, french-speaking boys off my best friend. I lost my keys and my favorite lipstick, but I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the evening any other way. I vowed to … More 2017, Here We Go…
