Uvalde Is In Our Bones
I want to let you know something about me. Writing has become my own therapy. I’ve googled and even went as far filling out intake
I want to let you know something about me. Writing has become my own therapy. I’ve googled and even went as far filling out intake
All year, I had trouble getting used to this again. Every school day felt like a winter Monday ––tired before the day even started and
You would think I would be so used to the sound of my morning alarm that it would no longer be able to jolt me
The hip hop albums I’ve listened to, from Snoop Dogg’s Doggystyle to Kendrick’s To Pimp a Butterfly, have taught me more valuable life lessons and
I just finished texting a friend about how dope it was to see the old Aunt Viv and Aunt Vy from The Fresh Prince of
By the end of the school year, I had piles of tests and quizzes, of duotangs full of student work. As the days wound down
It started with an itch at the top of my throat. I told myself not to drink any cold water––something I did almost every morning.
I don’t know if it went inordinately slow or exceptionally fast. I don’t know whether to feel thankful or disappointed. I do remember watching CNN
In 1995 rapper Skee-Lo came out with a track titled, “I wish”. On it he waxed about his hopes to be a little bit taller
I want to blame it on the masks. But I know that’s not it. And if not them then the fractures that occurred over the
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