We did it. We fucking did it. All day I have been vacillating between joy and relief and tears. I had always hoped we would win. That we would fight back and reclaim our country and our future. But truth be told, I think this year had me so beat down I struggled to keep that optimism.
Read MoreGeorge Floyd. Know his name and his face. Then, white friends, dig deep inside yourself and question why it is we stand behind institutions that continue to hurt, why we choose to believe the authorities we put in power rather than the people they oppress, and why this continues to happen even when we say "Black Lives Matter" on Facebook and sometimes cops are fired for murder.
Read MoreWe go to such ridiculous lengths to protect white men. Just think of what could happen if we took only a percentage of that and actually protected women FROM them.
Read MorePeople are often surprised to learn that I still go to church because they see it as irrelevant, illogical, or detrimental to society. Some folks carry a lot of anger and pain in their bodies from hurtful experiences with Christians and the church and they can’t understand how or why I would want to align myself with Christian faith. Still others are confused because it always seems like the loudest people in the faith are those wielding it for personal gain. But the thing is, I’m still part of the church because it has taught me that faith is a radical business.
Read MoreI would tattoo this on the face of our broken country if I could.
Read MoreHappy International Women's Day! Just a friendly reminder that we are strong, powerful, and completely unstoppable.
Read MoreWouldn’t it be cool if we had an honest and constructive conversation about America’s relationship with firearms where we actually prioritized our citizens’ lives? Because 17 kids and adults protecting them didn’t need to die today.
Read MoreAs a nonprofit designer, I often feel as though I design on an island. Surrounded by a sea of for-profit creators, I watch as their branding projects and high-value accounts push their careers forward, delivering the same type of content over and over again in an echo-chamber of cubicles. Most of those designers, working in a world of decks and budget line items at least 3x higher than my annual pay, are ignorant to the amazing work being done on little islands like mine where resources and admiration are scarce, but skill is high and the hustle is real.
Read MoreFor the past two years, I've operated under the assumption that as a Designer I was a creative professional, but I never presumed to be an Artist. In fact I've actively avoided calling my work "art" or investing too much of my own narrative into my projects. (Style and personality, yes. Narrative, not so much.)
Read MoreOne day when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
One day when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh glory
I’ve been sitting on the following post for awhile now. Maybe I was just waiting for the right time to share, but more likely I was trying to decide if I really wanted to say this at all. In general, vulnerability is not a muscle I like to exercise very often. However, as we stand at the edge of this election, I feel like maybe it’s time to ovary up and personally ask you to make impactful choices with your ballot. This election cycle has ripped open a lot of poorly-patched wounds in our country and those won’t finally heal without some serious conversations and, unfortunately for me, some sharing. Personalization and all that.
Read MoreBut the thing is, a division exists and we as white people live in a reality that is drastically different than those of so many other folks. It's important that we trust others' experiences and we hear them when they tell us something is wrong and hurting them. We have to choose to trust, not wait for proof from some other authority that says that person's experiences are valid.
Read MoreLooking through my feed, I can count on one hand the number of men who have liked or commented on individual statuses pertaining to women’s issues. When taken at face value, this may seem like I post uninteresting things, it’s just my particular friends, or maybe it’s a fluke in Facebook’s algorithms. But let’s be real—that’s not it. It’s a symptom of something much bigger and I would love for us to take a collective moment and evaluate what that means.
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