life

On Raising White Boys

It’s the middle of the night and I wake up to kicking feet. Two of them belong to the two…
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I turned 30 this year. Looking back on the past decade, I’ve learned so much and grown so much. It…
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There’s a story I haven’t been writing. We’ve kept quiet, distant, instead choosing the high road. We’re surrounding ourselves with…
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A year ago, on a chilly November night, at 12:20 am, my water broke. They say labor isn’t like the…
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It was the summer of 2015. I was tired, I was hurt, I was lost. I was 27, newly divorced,…
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