November 30, 2018

When I left a friend’s funeral nearly four months ago, I called my mom in tears.

I wasn’t just heart broken. I was angry.

I had called my mom, because I knew she would be one of the few who would understand why I would be angry at someone for dying.

It’s not fair, I told...

November 9, 2018

Mid-November is always a little difficult for me.

One of my closest friends would have turned 34 on Tuesday.

But he won’t be turning 34, just like he didn’t turn 33 or 32 or even 30, because he chose to end his life in 2012 when he was 27 years old.

Charlie and I met when...

October 26, 2018

 The two bats I adopted (sponsored) at Bat World Sanctuary

It’s funny how it is human nature to stereotype things, because we have heard certain misconceptions about them. And stifling these misconceptions is a simple thing most of the

time; we just usually choose to not...

October 12, 2018

About 10 years ago, when a mentor/teacher from an educational environment grabbed the sides of my head and forced his tongue in my mouth, I re­member freezing in horror for a few seconds before trying to pry his hands off the side of my head.

Maybe this is why it was my...

September 28, 2018

I was given an assignment in one of my college classes last semester in which students were asked to talk about fake news and how one determines what news is fake news.

I’m not going to lie – more often than not, I feel frustrated with television news, because although...

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