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The thing I hate most about myself isn’t my awkward, flower-shaped belly button. It isn’t even the weird pattern of pox-like dark spots across my body. What I hate, I mean really hate, is the fact I’m chicken shit. I walk through life terrified of everything to the point that it paralyzes me. There areContinue Reading “You ain’t human without fear.”
What follows is my third and final story from my travels outside of my hometown that I believe challenges the big, bad, scary world notion that I address in my first contribution. T-Money Days after I graduated from college I packed everything I owned into the back of Victory, my 20 year old Volvo stationContinue Reading “Big Bad World – Part 3: T-Money.”
This post was originally written April 2017. We can pretty much universally agree that fear is deconstructive. That it holds you back from achieving great things, that it’s counter to all the possibilities that the Universe actually has built for you. We strive to be courageous and think past fear. To leap when there’s nothingContinue Reading “Fear of…pancakes?”
I grew up in the shadows of a steel mill in a roughneck midwestern town. The kind of place where the youth view graduating and getting out as worthy of a lifetime achievement award. My parents are close to life-long residents of this rustbelt town. This town is the world they know. Their understanding of the world outside the town comes from brief experiences andContinue Reading “Big Bad World – Part 1.”
Sigh. I really didn’t want to talk about this, but it feels irresponsible not to. I’ve been compartmentalizing my blackness. It’s become second nature to me, but this past weekend has been making me itch so bad. Sunday afternoon, I walked my garbage to the curb for the hundredth time in years and saw aContinue Reading “Ugh. Racists.”
