Experiment: 1000 words

Challenge: Relegate my targetedly offensive language (against women, mentally ill, etc). Duration: Ongoing Compendious Result: The road, she is long. I’m exploring how my language use reflects in the social consideration I’ve been developing the last few years. I rather automatically say a lot of things that bother myself now, after discovering that everything I… Continue reading Experiment: 1000 words

Untitled

“The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive.” – Bill Watterson

Untitled

“Remember that changing an entrenched family pattern is only for the boldest among us.” – Harriet Lerner

A word on friendship: Featuring Brenè Brown

There are moments in people’s lives, people who decide to move through the world ever growing and opening their hearts, where a pattern of truth can no longer be unseen. Here’s the tricky part about compassion and connecting: We can’t just call anyone. It’s not that simple. I have a lot of good friends, but… Continue reading A word on friendship: Featuring Brenè Brown

EMFUCKINGBODIED

I swear I just saw myself for the first time I told myself in the mirror As I cried after connecting so incredibly profoundly with multiple people (And once again meeting another incredible man I can’t have in my life like I would prefer, god damn stupid growth opportunities) “You are.. An amazing woman. And… Continue reading EMFUCKINGBODIED

Untitled

“Only two things can reveal life’s great secrets: suffering and love.” – Paulo Coelho Well. That explains a lot.

Untitled

A child’s mind will normalize almost anything if nobody around them reacts negatively to it or validates their feelings of discomfort. – Jess

Why We Bleed Art by Satyros Phil Brucato

My talented author friend wrote this article about the plight of true artistry. I have vivid memories of reading it a few years ago, and when it comes along my newsfeed, I don’t re-read it very often. It’s powerful stuff, and sometimes I don’t want to cry and feel all torn open and understood. But if that’s where you are today, if you’re an artist wondering why you bother or what drives you to continue slamming your face into the cement to live your life on your terms, and you’d like someone who has been there to blow your fucking doors off, this is the article for you.

Why We Bleed Art