The Sore List
What are you holding in, and how is it getting out?
What are you holding in, and how is it getting out?
I woke up today thinking about this thing called “Independence.” As a person with roots in two historically marginalized ethnic groups (African American and Native American) I find the concept of celebrating America’s “Independence” ironic, if not short sighted. Still I think that each of use should have our own “Independence Day,” a day to [...]
The voice on the other end of the line was like a tea kettle: High, shrill, distressed. One of my dearest friends just ended a two-year relationship. As I went through the standard f*ck him girls and you can do so much betters (both of which I wholeheartedly believe) I realized something: I’m no long [...]
My car was broken into last night. I walked out of my house this morning and saw glass on the ground, my glove compartment rifled through, and my visor pocket (with a few CDs and my insurance card) missing. This is the second time that my car had been broken into in front of my [...]
Almost every night, I do something that some people may think is stupid and dangerous. It is something that I didn’t even start doing until I moved to Philadelphia. I would never dream of doing this in any of the other places I’ve lived; not Chicago, P.G. County Maryland and I rarely did it in [...]