I can’t concentrate My mind hanging on by a thread I can’t even think straight My thoughts won’t cooperate Like racing wildfires, they’re so widespread I can’t concentrate Am I gaining weight again? Another diet has been misled I can’t even think straight Wait — What was I thinking about again? I […]Read More Living with ADHD
For the uninitiated, being a feminist can be hard to wrap your head around. What am I to believe? What am I to think? Am I a feminist? The chances are if you are even asking yourself these questions you are more than likely already a feminist. To help further explore what it means to […]Read More What Does it Mean to be a Feminist?
When you sit down to play a new game, that has garnered a lot of attention and accolades there is a lot of excitement and anticipation for that title screen to first greet your eyes. As I got older a lot of the excitement and anticipation for new games has dwindled, I kept asking the […]Read More Connecting with a Character
One thing that makes students feel comfortable to say what is on their mind is when a teacher or professor maintains a safe space in his, her, or their classroom. Personally, I have been in many classrooms that have felt like a safe space for me to share all of my opinions and thoughts. The […]Read More Shifting Space
Hi friends! Self disclosure moment, I’m fat. I have been overweight most of my life because of crap I dealt with as a kid that I’m not getting into. So, here’s why that’s okay for me: one, I am not in any medical danger because of my weight, I get checked out on the reg […]Read More Losing Weight in a Fat-Phobic Society
The recent administration has left trans people upset and fighting for their exsistence as the administration has failed to stick up for their rights as a person. Here are 5 ways you can be a better ally to your friends who may identify as queer, like myself. Ask their pronouns. This may seem odd, but […]Read More 5 Tips I Wish My Friends Understood
Our very own president is a packaged flaming hot cheeto with peanut butter hair and doll hands. I was tasked with facing that in November, and each day my feminist rage grows. So I wrote a poem that tries to channel my rage into what’s more of a question. Questions I think that As we […]Read More Why so many Questions?