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Finding My Voice
I learned that I had a gift for writing in college, but I never took it seriously because I thought anyone who was a prolific reader would automatically be a good writer. I didn’t realize then that loving books and shaping sentences are two different kinds of magic. One is absorption; the other is creation.…
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Too Old for the Market, Too Young to Stop Fighting
Sometimes I want to beat my own ass for not being financially secure at my vast age. It takes a lot of restraint not to crawl into that gutter called bitterness. I understand the people who live there. I really do. You follow the blueprint. Do everything society tells you you’re supposed to do to…
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Fear and Loathing of a Social Science
Dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., a fellow sociologist I had no idea my college major sociology was held in such contempt until I joined social media. Suddenly everybody had opinions about sociology, most of them loud, wrong, and proudly under-researched. I just blinked like, damn, y’all really are dumb. Yeah, that was pretty…
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What’s Wrong With People in 2026?
Social media didn’t create the mess—it weaponized it. It rewards attention, not wisdom. Rage spreads faster than insight. Performative morality gets more likes than actual integrity. People start living for reaction instead of reflection. The self becomes a product. Empathy becomes optional.
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Two Sides of the Same Woman
In the first picture, I was a fat drunk. I was getting fucked up at least twice a week. After Larry died, I was drunk damn near every other day. Then epilepsy entered the chat. Hell, I had gotten drunk the night before I had my seizure. I had a choice after the diagnosis: continue…
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Sharpshooters of My Bloodline
Lately I’ve been thinking about my great-grandfather and his little brother. They were enslaved on the Barrow Plantation in Louisiana when they made the decision to run. How they did it, I will never know. At just eighteen and fifteen years old, they chose motion over fear, the unknown over the certainty of chains. They…
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Fabulous Me
In May, it will be twenty years since I graduated from college. Me—the high school dropout they quietly counted out. Me—the mother of two children by the age of twenty-one. Me—the welfare recipient society loves to reduce to a statistic. And also me—the college student who walked across that stage with a 3.8 GPA, a…
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The Life I Planned at Eight
As I lay in bed contemplating my existence, a random thought floated into my mind: did I ever actually want to get married, or was that desire planted there by society? When I was a little girl, I had big plans for myself. I wanted to be a lawyer—specifically a prosecuting attorney—so I could lock…
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What is Feminism?
Feminism is the radical, sometimes inconvenient idea that women are fully human—with minds of their own, bodies that belong to them, and lives that are not side quests in someone else’s story. Feminism is about autonomy. At its core, feminism says women deserve political, economic, social, and personal equality. Not favors. Not protection. Not pedestal…
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Sole Survivor
Six years next month. Six quiet, thunderous years of carrying a title no one applies for. A sole survivor is the last remaining member of their immediate family—the final branch on a once-leafy tree. My mother gave birth to three children. I am the only one left. No siblings to call and say, “Do you…
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The Potty Mouth Granny 