Building Hope From The Ground Up
Don’t tell me local politics don’t matter
Don’t tell me local politics don’t matter
I used to be embarrassed by my body hair and work hard to remove it with wax, by shaving, and with other means, but now I embrace it: I'm a beautiful woman as I am.
I refuse to side with any officer who shoots an unarmed citizen. Nobody is above the law. Nobody.
My friend’s death helped me realize that no matter how bad things get, we are worth more than we could ever know
Gender roles don’t matter. What does matter is doing what you love for the people you love.
Now I’m fighting back even harder.
This family trait may end with me — for an unexpected reason.
I found a way to feel empowered instead of victimized by my experience with chronic illness.
It helps me fight the war that’s constantly going on between my brain and me.
Attacking an attack is only fighting fire with fire.
I had to fight to return to school after battling mental illness and I'm not alone.
I wore it in protest, to show every narcissistic and hate-filled misogynist that I cannot be humiliated into submission.
This election isn’t just political. It’s personal.
I'm still coming to terms with my bisexuality, but I know that I'm proud of it.
I learned this struggle firsthand when I befriended an Arabic-speaking student.
To have an effective conversation about sexual assault, men must be honest about how they contribute to rape culture.
We deserve to play characters who aren’t defined by their relationships to white people.
Despite what Trump thinks, no word is just a word
I thought that studying in London would remove me from dysfunctional politics for 15 weeks -- I was wrong.
On not fitting the mold of hyper-masculine standards
Why access to video of police brutality is crucial for justice
I want to remind women that there is room for us all to be beautiful, funny, and a little bit screwed up
Having a mental illness doesn’t make my relationship ill.
I was never taught about the shame that came with sharing intimacy with a boy who looked at me as if I had no complex dimensions.