On January 6, 2021, I was 1,328 days sober. As domestic terrorists attempted a coup on the United States government, my heart broke for anyone on Day 6 of sobriety.
When I tried to skateboard as a kid, the neighborhood boys refused to welcome me. Now, women and gender-diverse people are creating skateboarding communities all over the world.
“The singular duty you owe yourself is to be alive. Don’t jeopardize that for unsolvable peril.”
“The whole idea of a spell is that you send your intention outward into the universe—what if the Internet is just another way to do that?”
There is no way to ask the question “Why don’t you like me anymore?” that will bring you peace.
I want to write about space and time, and feeling like somehow we’ve always had less of it than our male counterparts.
“Friendship is here to delight and expand and challenge and deepen you, not to be a hand dragging you back into the pit.”
People I hardly knew implied that without children, I was failing as a woman, a Muslim, and a human being.
“Think of yourself as Beyoncé, or Lin-Manuel Miranda: Everyone wants to be friends with them, and that’s not possible.”
If many voters had emptied their minds of reason and empathy, had these spiritual tourists not done the same?