I stayed home today because the fact that I needed to consolidate a few things was starting to wear on me, and I have a busy weekend ahead, and possibly won’t find the time to handle my business. Continue reading ““But DMX doesn’t have any protest songs””
How do you condense 13 years of your life into a small enough space it’ll fit in the back of a car you don’t have, yet?
It’s Black History Month! And Trump’s a racist!
I spend too much time on Twitter and this morning ran across the transcript of Trump’s Black History Month remarks. He referred to the breakfast as “our little breakfast, our little get-together,” first of all.
When my best friend in high school was deciding whether she’d leave California and go East for college, her mother walked into her room one night and, apropos of nothing asked, “pero ¿quién alimentará tú?” Continue reading ““Did you eat, yet?””
The worst part about having an easily-raised temper is that you feel betrayed by your own feelings. I’m almost never sure when I’m actually angry about something because for every 4 times I’m justified, there are at least another two that I’m being irrational.
It feels like I’m being sabotaged by my own brain.
Don’t think about how long you’re gonna be here, just be here.
— yoga practitioner to be named