Category: Personal Essays
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Ripples (the effects of naming him)
It feels weird to have waited so long. To say it, in the first place. And then, to have not said anything since. I want to divulge everything and also nothing. Mostly I just want to write about something else. If you’re curious though… it was worth it. So fucking worth it. It rippled inward…
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I’m done hiding your shame for you, Cole Gardner #namethem
Thank you to Dr. Blasey Ford and all the women who have had the courage to stand up and name the men who attacked them, even when knowing that their renewed trauma will likely not stop these men from continuing to take what they don’t deserve. We have to keep talking. We have to NAME…
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One corner at a time
This city is everything they say it is. It will devour you and elevate you like nowhere else. Living here has been hard. Like really fucking hard. Even with all the things we had going for us, at times, it nearly killed us. People come here to make it, but mostly, this city will break…
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What I’m reading…
When your creative, optimistic, ambitious muse abandons you to take a nap, the best you can do is to go on an adventure or pick up a book (or both if you’re lucky). Maybe it’ll create a spark, but even if it doesn’t, at least you will have learned something or enjoyed something along the…
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Where did all my hobbies go?
A dog forces you to be active and present in the moment – because said dog will drive you nuts if it is bored or if it doesn’t get enough exercise. Without a dog, I found myself doing much more tv-watching, playing on my phone, or drinking, or more likely, all 3 at once to…
Trynia Kaufman 