While we condemn Magneto's more extreme actions, we do one thing for him: we try to understand his plight and relate.
It's been about two weeks now since Trump became the President Elect and every day that passes proves my grieving more correct than even I wanted to be. At some point during this election, people had their anger manipulated and took that anger to the polls instead of reason. They said they were the normal … Continue reading This Election In Free Verse: Part II
The grief hit me on the way home on election day and I couldn't help thinking about how, no matter how things went, everyone was going to hurt. Everyone. I started to pray and the more I did, the more I felt like crying. It felt like something long coming. The stock market started crashing … Continue reading This Election In Free Verse
Another week where my pen refuses to move so we're here again. However, this is a special note related to social media because mental and emotional health are important as is the much-avoided subject of honesty. So let's be honest about things. I've seen so many postings about protesters burning things and destroying their communities (football … Continue reading Let’s Be Honest: Part I
My pen won't move. I wanted to write about things I'm learning at work, things I'm seeing at home, the recently renewed desire I have to further my skills in UI design, literally anything else. But my pen would. Not. Move. Whenever I sweep my hand to draw the first letter, I bump into a … Continue reading A Treatise On Boredom: Part II
This week, I'm on vacation in the lovely state of Washington. Today, I went to the beach and I didn't look up anything. I just took pictures and stuck my feet in the water for a while. I listened to the voice of the ocean and felt the life in it. I got my clothes … Continue reading A Friendly Reminder on Self-Care
A friend and I were talking about recent events and I started talking about how other of my friends were worried about me; a friend had texted from Atlanta and another from California wrote a text to ask me to be safe and so on. I mused on how they were right to be concerned … Continue reading The Face of Blackness