Who better to interview for Thanksgiving week than Marney Henze? That’s a rhetorical question, obviously… Marney is one of my favorite people and I’m beyond flattered she sat down to share a snippet of her story with us, because she’s truly a beacon of light. We “met” in eighth grade, and by met, I mean…
I connected with Arielle on the Girlboss platform last month about our love for dance; she, however, had a much different trajectory than I did with the sport, which you’ll learn about in our interview. Arielle is currently double majoring in dance and health science at Chapman University and naturally, would like to pursue a…
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…
I was about five years old when I pulled at a loose thread dangling from the edge of my underwear. It must have ended somewhere along my vulva because when I tugged to remove it, it tickled the whole way out and I felt a tingling sensation I’d never felt before. I’m not sure I…
It was roughly 2 am when I felt the shame swim through my body like I was slowly being poisoned; I could sense this devastating heat pulse through every fiber of my being as I wiped away the hot tears, my bottom lip quivering. I let the street lights guide my pink and white Vans…
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…
“WHAT DID YOU TAKE!?! WHAT DID YOU TAKE??!!” I heard my mom shouting repeatedly as I woke up in a fog, despite my best efforts to end it all. I’d consumed 350 Advil, 70 Propranolol, a pack of Claritin, and an entire bottle of NyQuil, followed up by two gram-sized dabs of wax, and a…
Smarmo. It’s the name I gave the zit on my chin. Sometimes, when I’m really put off by a breakout, I’ll give it a name and welcome it into our home. “Hello, Smarmo,” I’ll smile in the mirror with my chin tilted up to get a nice visual, “I’ll make sure to be a gracious…
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…