This post is about how the internet has allowed so many of us to realize that we’re not an individual weirdo in an ocean of “normal” people, and what that ACTUALLY MEANS to someone like me.
This post is about how the internet has allowed so many of us to realize that we’re not an individual weirdo in an ocean of “normal” people, and what that ACTUALLY MEANS to someone like me.
I have been more sad and depressed than I expected to be, about the lack of turnout for Warren and her exit from the race. Her letter to her supporters made me cry.
The subject of self care has come up recently, specifically with regards to political activism. With all that’s happening in the United States since our 45th President has taken the oath, it’s become all too easy to feel overwhelmed.
Looking at all of these Women's March photos from you wonderful people, and seeing the solidarity of women across the world, has been such an uplifting experience.
I keep seeing these posts scroll by, from various clickbait sites with headlines like “20 Signs (S)He’s The One!” or “10 Secrets To A Healthy Relationship” or some other such nonsense.
Love does not discriminate. It doesn’t guarantee a worthy recipient, nor a love affair free from worry and heartache. Love is not a ward against manipulation and lies, nor does it ensure a happy ending.
One of the things that we, the privileged and gainfully employed, often don’t -really see- are the hungry and the homeless who live on the edges of our society.
Love is an emotion, a state of being, a motivation, and a gift.
I’d like to say that this election didn’t result in any “lost friends,” but that wouldn’t be the truth. It is true, however, that the disagreement over politics wasn’t the reason I lost that friend.
This is one of those days when it's hard to concentrate.