Tag: friendship

Trespassers Will Be Shot, God Bless

Trespassers Will Be Shot, God Bless

| March 16, 2017 | 0 Comments

“How do you balance it?” I ask my sister, the civil rights lawyer. It is some time past midnight, and she is trying to sleep on a slowly deflating air mattress in the corner of my dorm room. “How do you balance… your compassion and your anger?”

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Growing Up Sentimental

Growing Up Sentimental

| March 16, 2017 | 0 Comments

I had to show her how much our friendship meant to me. I was eleven. At the time, I clinged to everything and everyone, placing emotional weight everywhere and grieving every loss or passing.

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Boston’s South End: A Journey

Boston’s South End: A Journey

| February 20, 2017 | 0 Comments

“Take the hand of a loved one and embark on an adventure. You may not realize, but it could be exactly what we need…”

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Popping the Personal Bubble

Popping the Personal Bubble

| December 1, 2016 | 2 Comments

On touch starvation in college.

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I Am Not Alone

I Am Not Alone

| July 12, 2016 | 1 Comment

Depression showed me how joy stems from the giving rather than the getting. And if it was true for me, then maybe it was true for many others as well. (Content warning: suicide mention)

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In Sickness and In Health

In Sickness and In Health

| February 25, 2016 | 0 Comments

Love lessons I learned when I had the flu

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Let Me Tell You About My Best Friend

Let Me Tell You About My Best Friend

| January 15, 2016 | 1 Comment

Rayauna, my love for you has no bounds. You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had.

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A Lonely Gal’s Guide to Comfort in the City

A Lonely Gal’s Guide to Comfort in the City

| November 24, 2015 | 1 Comment

Read an excerpt from my upcoming self-help book, coming soon to an e-reader near you

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I’m Tired of Talking About Race, But I Have To.

I’m Tired of Talking About Race, But I Have To.

| October 30, 2015 | 2 Comments

By describing interest in Black and Brown people as “jungle fever,” she was equating us with wild animals—monkeys. It implies that we are not as mentally sophisticated and can’t be considered human. It was a phrase I had never heard before, but the stereotypes it perpetuates were crystal clear to me. Why wasn’t it clear to her?

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