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“I took the chance, I paid the bill, I nearly died for this music.” Undead, Hollywood Undead Before anything else can be said, I gotta...

Wow. Did I neglect my blog for an entire year? Yep. Yes. I did that thing. 2021 was a year of radical change for me while seemingly...

I had an existential crisis this morning while folding laundry. It’s okay, it happens to me frequently. You see, it started with...

Three to four times a year since I was a junior in college, I have looked at various grad programs at various universities across the...

Damn, am I going to fall apart on my child’s birthday every single year? Probably. Today is my beautiful little babe’s second birthday....

It’s my birthday! I’m 25! I’m officially decaying faster than I am regenerating! Yay! 25 is a weird age, honestly. It’s the age where my...

In the past month or so, I have seen an influx of posts concerning human trafficking, usually child trafficking, on social media, and I...

I am white. I am white. I AM WHITE. I am not just white; I am really fucking white. I am the white that burns after ten minutes in the...

For a couple of months, I have wanted to write something for this blog, but I haven’t been able to find the words. I am entirely...

I don’t like the word modesty. It makes me cringe. It’s a word used to subjugate women, to dehumanize and demoralize them. “Modesty”...

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been thinking about writing a post on 2019 reflections and 2020 resolutions, but every time I...

The Nightmare Before Christmas should be considered a serious classic, and I am not a scene kid.

One year ago today, Finian was born. At 10:52am on a Monday, after being induced on Sunday evening, spending the night squeezing Tyler’s...

I’ve read and reread The Authenticity Principle by Ritu Bhasin, which has, quite frankly, has transformed my life. Sounds dramatic, I...

"Okay but really, is it a boy or a girl?" They're a baby, friends, I dunno what else to tell ya.

Can you regret the bad without regretting the good? Can you separate these things from each other? I don't know!

It's not the money I want; it's the things that money will buy me. Money can't buy happiness you know, but it can buy ice cream and puppies.

C. S. Lewis' name was Clive Staples, and that name would've made me bitter too.

Grandpa, in his own words, “voted for the white guy running with the black guy.”

To quote Bara Dada, an Indian philosopher, “Jesus is ideal and wonderful, but you Christians, you are not like him.”