Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.
Not dying.
Just logging off.
Getting a job no one cares about.
Growing tomatoes.
Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.
Not as a failure.
But as a kind of freedom.
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It's hard to think of an action more damaging to American greatness, or insulting to American freedom, than cutting off cancer research to punish a university for failing to align politically with the current government.
(What feels like an) unpopular opinion: There is so much more to aging than weighted vests, magnesium, and a hundred grams of protein.
There is contentment in finally realizing who (and what) brings you peace. There is bravery in being okay with walking away from what no longer serves you. There is the acknowledgement that we bring enough to the table, just as we are - No faking or forcing required.
The weighted vest? Sure, it’s beneficial. But there is no vest heavy enough to compare to the weight (and worth) of mental peace.
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Stop clinging to the broken version of the person you love.
You weren’t called to fix them.
You were called to trust the God who can.
You don’t have to carry their healing. You just have to stop standing in the way of it.
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“i asked chatgpt—“
okay well i asked the moon and she said you’re a fucking loser for that
I’m officially running to be the Ranking Member of the House Oversight Committee.
These are not normal times—and this cannot be a business-as-usual moment.
Read my full letter to my colleagues here:
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Hi guys! Kinda nervy, but I just posted my first essay on here! It’s an essay about my take on stereotypes placed on the African American community and where they came from. Please check it out if you’re interested, I would greatly appreciate it!
The Truth Beneath the Stereotypes: A Black Woman’s Reflection on Race, Reality, and Resilience
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America cannot long remain free, nor first among nations, if it becomes the kind of place where universities are dismantled because they don't align politically with the current head of the government.
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As an adoptee I've had to learn that one's worth is not a currency to be bartered for belonging.
You are not on Earth to be everybody’s savior, secretary, sounding board, therapist, mama, mule, or messiah.
You are not a bottomless well of “strength” for people to sip from when they’re thirsty and then walk away when they’re full. Your worth is not in your labor, your silence, your forgiveness, your caretaking, your ability to bend without breaking, or your capacity to carry what no one …
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A romantic evening for a couple of hummingbirds seeking shelter. 🌹
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Like many of us, I’m having a bit of an extra hard time right now. Every day I’m grateful for so much, from running water to the plump squirrels I share my back garden with, but when I hit these patches it can help to say my gratitude out loud.
So: Today Delilah, Cookie, and I took a long, long walk in the woods and maybe even got a wee bit lost. It was perfect. Gigantic gratitude for my girl and her best friend and Mother Nature. (They just spotted something good in this photo!)
How about you? Anything you’re grateful for today? ❤️
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