It has been seven years since I threw myself out into this world as an adult and I’m still searching for that feeling I’d get from opening a new box of crayons or turning the final page to read the ending of a really good book. I want to say nobody told me it would… Continue reading How Many Degrees Does It Take to Get to the Center of Your Dreams?
The first signs of winter were creeping in when I started writing this blog. I can vividly remember my foggy breath, icy windows and wheezing car engine that provided the background noise for countless sentiments that I'd scribble into my notebook. Cursive loops about lost love, existential dread, grief and a lot of other shit… Continue reading An Emo Thank You to Whoever Reads This
Sonder is defined as the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and as complex as your own - filled with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness. I am an extra. I am a stranger sipping coffee who isn’t given a second thought by the mom shuffling her… Continue reading Sonder
Today I asked my Instagram followers: What’s something you want to learn more about? I was hoping for some secondhand inspiration for myself but I noticed a recurring theme amongst their responses... I have been hesitant to speak on behalf of sign language/d/Deaf people and their culture because I do know my role as an… Continue reading More Than Just a Beautiful Language
I wonder what my grandma would think of my life right now if she were still here. At the very least, she’d be proud of how hard I’m trying to write even though I keep failing. I think she would have really liked some of the stuff I’ve written. I think she’d tell me my… Continue reading Grandma
Sometimes you go through something and it hurts and you don’t know how or if you’ll ever recover. But weeks go by and the world moves on and your only option is to move on with it. One day you wake up and your eyes don’t sting from crying and you realize you’ve slept through… Continue reading In case anyone needs to hear this…
In first grade a boy pulled my hair because he liked me. My sister got proposed to on the playground in second grade by one of her classmates with a fake ring and she came home crying every day. The teacher literally had to call his parents to get him to stop. In sixth grade… Continue reading Man, I Feel Like a Woman