We’ve all heard it. “Sit like a lady.” Close your legs. Take up less space. Keep your hands in your lap. From the time we are old enough to walk, we were taught that the space we get to take up in this world is limited because of our womanhood. This is our reality. Over the […]Read more "Sit like a lady."
We’re a cynical bunch these days, us Americans. Things do not seem to be going well here. The weeks following the election have been nothing short of traumatic for us as a nation. If you’re a Trump supporter, you’re probably feeling a lot of pressure, and frankly, a lot of hatred from your democratic, libertarian, […]Read more "(Still) Proud to be an American"
I think we can all agree that 2016 was, to say the least, a shit show. At least for me personally, it was. It wasn’t so hot on a global scale, either, in my opinion(but we can save that analysis for another blog post). I don’t know if you, my dear reader, have ever delved much […]Read more "2017. The best one yet."
The election has stirred up intense emotions for everyone involved. The far left doesn’t want to see a conservative White House, and congress, for the next four years. Marginalized groups fear for their safety, wondering if they can leave their homes without getting victimized. The far right is being decreed as a group of individuals […]Read more "A predator for president"
Climbing is a slow, arduous process. It feels like you’re consistently taking two steps forward and one step back. You nail a hard move, and then you get a massive flapper. You send the problem you’ve been working on for weeks, and then you twist your ankle falling off an easy warm up. Shit like […]Read more "The 12’s will come"
Have you ever thought about car crashes? I mean, obviously you have. We’ve all seen cars, and we have either seen, heard of, or experienced a car crash. But have you ever really thought about it? I was thinking about the effect on your body when you’re in a crash, and the physics of the […]Read more "crash"
When someone dies in your immediate family, the week following is utter chaos. First, you are in complete shock. It’s as if something has sucked all the air from your life. You can’t breathe, you can’t speak, you can’t think. Your life splinters, in an instant, into a before and an after. And before you […]Read more "“Confusion, Tears, and a Few Gallons of Paint: Coming to Terms With my Father’s Death”"