PTSD and Laughter

             It was during a one act competition my junior year that I ironically won an award for playing a young actress who was struggling with dissociative identity disorder.I had no idea what was waiting in my mind. Looking at this picture I see a very different...

It Isn’t Easier

I saw this Post Secret postcard today.  Amid the chaos in the news and on Facebook and Twitter and every other social media I want to tell this girl, “It isn’t easier.” It isn’t any easier to be white than to be any other race. I am white....

Fighting the Gnats

There are times when I get indescribably sad. I can’t help but see my peers graduating college, getting great jobs, having children, and making stir for social change and not succumb to the lie that exists deep in my heart, but also at the surface of my skin:...