Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
On a warm summer evening in 2008, my mother asked me why I hadn’t killed myself yet. We were on a bridge just around the corner from home, on the enigmatically named Wigley Bush Lane, staring down together at the A12. I was twenty-four years old. I had completed my Read more
Useful. Now that’s a word I despise. Over the years, during numerous times of personal distress, I’ve heard the same, mundane, uninvited advice: “One day, the pain may be useful to you.” My reply to this ridiculous guidance? BS! How could pain ever be useful? Clearly, I understood the definition Read more
if this temporary life I call my own requires a realization that it could end at any moment if it means nothing more than a breaking of the circular hate and searing dysfunction I was born into if it means helping my fellow human beings who are oppressed become free Read more
I’ve spent a lot of time “waiting” in my life. As a kid I grew antsy with impatience, waiting until I was “older” to start dating, to go to the mall unsupervised, to learn how to drive. I was counting the days until I turned 18, giddy at the idea Read more
I tried to re-assemble my life but nothing seemed to fit. The Fendi bag that Giovanni’s mother had given me stood out like a sore thumb among my dancer friends’ canvas totes. I felt like this new man and new life required me to look the part, and looking the Read more
A lot of women dread turning 50. There are all kinds of images that come to mind when we think of the big 5-0. We are no longer full-time mothers, we are no longer attractive, we are no longer viable, we are no longer thin, we are no longer fashion Read more
We kept it under wraps for a long time. Only family members and a few friends knew, and they did their best to keep it a secret. It was a burden, the kind that affects everything you do in your life; it determines the kind of friends you keep, the Read more
