I lost someone I loved a little over a week ago. Death makes me feel like a part of my soul has left my body and I never feel like I get it back. Maybe I’m blessed to love so deeply, maybe I feel too much, or maybe I’m just dramatic… no, I’m not. Since…
I currently have 4,195 photos on my camera roll — I love increments of five, so it genuinely brings a sense of ease over me. I’m scrolling up to January 2020 to see what the hell happened to me this year because honestly, ending it by leaving my long-term relationship has almost forced me to compartmentalize the…
As I sit here on my blood-stained bed (from Azey’s teething, not from a period… ew, you guys) with my legs crossed, wearing a Dr. Jart sheet mask and blue-blocker glasses, I am inclined to reflect on how my life has unfolded up to this point. I suppose this is natural with any birthday, but…
As I sit here recalling the consistent oscillation of emotions experienced between 5 pm on November 3rd through 9:26 am on November 7th, from heightened nerves to inflated confidence, from heavy anxiety to deep sadness, and a healthy amount of tears, I finally feel overwhelmed with relief, gratitude, and sincere hope for our future. That…
Moving to South Korea was the hardest thing I ever did. I’d never been so far away from home for such a long period of time. I assume it would have been easier if I were in a larger city like Seoul, but I was placed in a very small town called Yeongam in the…
Don’t die, don’t die, please God don’t die! I had no idea what would happen when a dumb ass twenty-something, working on one of his first music videos put regular gasoline in the diesel tank of a 4-ton truck carrying tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of set design and equipment. I figured at some…
Privilege. A nice and heavy word to cause tension among the masses. As I read Nate’s story (the featured writer for this Sunday), I appreciated his candor while recognizing his view was likely born out of serious reflection. Even as I formulated the questions I would post on Instagram this week (yes, I spend entirely…
I know Chuck Bass can’t be the only other person that’s been told they killed their mother at birth… considering he’s a fictional character and we’re still in the midst of a pandemic, I don’t think I’ll be breaking bread with him anytime soon. And I’m not necessarily saying the thoughts of my mother’s death haunts…
Many of us have heard and watched James Lipton interview performers on his show, Inside The Actors Studio, where he asks the same ten questions in that righteous, but earnest tone, such as ‘what sound do you love?’ or ‘what is your least favorite word?’ I’ve been greatly entertained watching beloved actors give their answers…
“I’m not going to sit here and tell you I have sex three times a day and masturbate with dildos all the time when I don’t,” she said matter of factly.