loveislove

  • A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…

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  • Why I Marched

    On an unnervingly warm day in Chicago, the whole of Jackson Boulevard flooded. The tumult of over 150,000 voices overlapped, rose and fell, glazed the thoroughfare in the music of resistance. Chants of opposition, cries for the bodies of women, ownership of the streets, and the righteousness of democracy swelled under the hot sun, a gold dust miracle on…

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