My whole life after 25 is me living in anticipation of my death despite my constant attempts to distract myself from it. And it’s inevitable… death. But I’m constantly hyper aware of it. I never have even a moment anymore where it’s not on my mind. The fear of it. The heavy awareness of it. The weight of it. The pain of it. I’ve come to a point of awareness of self and life that I can’t escape it. Can’t turn from it. Push away from it. Hide it from myself. Can’t avoid it. Abandon it. Can’t be...

The sarcasm, jokes, and ignorant comments of dissent within the comment section surrounding Robin Buckley’s TED talk: "Why I Gave My Teenage Daughter a Vibrator" …is, honestly, annoyingly blatant and loud, and it is a bunch of nonsense left entirely by those who have not truly listened. They have not sat with the words she says, have not trace-mapped the statistics she points out and did the work on, and have not allowed themselves the discomfort required to empathize with the fundamental...

Yesterday, I sat with my sister, my soon-to-be nephew, and her fiancé. We did what families do, we sat, but we also smoked (only green for me), we let the evening air carry our thoughts. But as it so often does in these fractured times, the conversation drifted toward the jagged rocks of politics. Except, we weren’t really talking about "politics." We were talking about human rights… two things so deeply intertwined they share the same heartbeat. I said what I needed to say. I spoke from a...