I think it is fair to say that most of us are sick of the national debacle that is our nation's handling of the Covid-19 crisis. Karens screaming about masks, a mounting death toll, and seemingly endless hours of house arrest is enough to give even the sanest of folks an eye twitch. However, I... Continue Reading →
I personally feel like we've been sleeping on the amazing lessons black culture can teach us for way too long. They are so full of love. So full of life. So full of ZEST. If you hang around those who embody black culture, you can't help but be drawn in. There is a magnetism that surrounds those who embody these positive aspects of black culture that cannot be denied.
It's really easy to be outraged when you are a good person. And for good reason--there is a reason to be outraged seemingly every day. It's really hard, however, to actually do something. But if we, as privileged, everyday white people don't take action, the Ahmauds and Georges and Breonnas of the world will continue to be killed because no one will bother to say otherwise, and the world will continue to be a world full of empty outrage without nothing to show for it except more death, both of innocents and of hope.
I have to be honest: it has been ROUGH for this girl. I mean, the first month of social distancing, I literally sat on the couch and stared at my phone for 90% of the time (I wish I was exaggerating).
Sunday night, I squirmed away from the clinging tendrils of past mindsets and sat down to do my first ever tarot reading. I have been trying to expand my horizons on my spiritual journey, and while this was definitely out of my comfort zone, I was willing to open my heart to receive any message that might come through. Plus, I admit, I was curious.
Passion. It's something that everyone can sense but not fully describe. It's like the wind in the trees: you can't see it, exactly, but you can definitely see its effects. Or like an errant wave in the ocean: you don't expect it, but the force can knock you off your feet and whisk you away... Continue Reading →
*This post was originally published on the Hilarious Humanitarian Blog as a guest post* As a single, nearly 30-year-old female, I am starting to feel the nudges at the back of my mind from Ye Olde Body Clock that plagues every woman who wants children at some point in their lives. As a single, nearly 30-year-old female who is also a middle/high school teacher, I am constantly... Continue Reading →
Have you ever had one of those mornings where absolutely everything seemed to go wrong? One where literally the only thing you can do is burst out laughing and toss your hands up at the universe? I most definitely have: for example, only this very morning, I woke up at 5am determined to restart my... Continue Reading →
To me, a romantic/sexual relationship is a sacred space that reveals our flaws while simultaneously giving us a loving space in which to work on said flaws with the added element of sexual chemistry and a bonus life experience partner.
There is rarely a time when life smoothly and uneventfully flows from one day to the next (and, to be honest, if it does, you're usually not living up to your full potential). If your life is anything like mine, there are surprises popping out like funhouse clowns every time you think things have finally... Continue Reading →