My heart is heavy, yet again. I wasn't going to post or write about this but I can't not talk about it. The shooting in Charleston has left in me in tears. Tears for these people who have lost their lives because of hate. Tears for their families and loved ones. Tears of frustration at the sheer … Continue reading Sorry not sorry.
Tag: death
I don’t know.
I haven’t written in this blog in a long time. And until just a few moments ago, I couldn't really tell you why. Being busy, not feeling “inspired,” or not having anything to share are not really accurate excuses. I think it’s because I've been hiding. I didn't know I was hiding, not at first. … Continue reading I don’t know.
It ends today.
"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." Martin Luther King, Jr. I can't stop crying. I finally watched the video of Eric Garner's arrest and death and I can't stop crying. Just like I had resisted reading about Bill Cosby's rape allegations, I had resisted watching that video. I knew about it, I had … Continue reading It ends today.
Be an Adult.
I've been formulating this post in my head over the past few days, and I feel it's only fitting to write and post it now, on the 27th anniversary of my birth. There's a lot in the news lately, but I'm going to resist writing about that, (there are plenty of articles out there that … Continue reading Be an Adult.
Taken Care
Okay, I'm going to try and keep this one short, but I just had to share something that happened to me this weekend. On Sunday, I had booked several meetings for "Are You Afraid of the '90s?" pre-production, and catching up with old friends that I haven't seen in a while. I met up with my hilarious and … Continue reading Taken Care
He was a friend of mine.
Several wonderful, lovely, supportive friends of mine have told me that I should write a blog. I have been very hesitant about doing so, as I am very aware of just how many people have blogs and how narcissistic it seems for me to start one - especially when that blog has no set focus or … Continue reading He was a friend of mine.
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