I Refused the Illusion of Harmony
My steady refusal of gifts and staged harmony—in place of healing, repair, and honest connection—made something clear: I was no longer willing to bypass necessary mending. Real healing would have…
My steady refusal of gifts and staged harmony—in place of healing, repair, and honest connection—made something clear: I was no longer willing to bypass necessary mending. Real healing would have…
Torture—unlike abuse, which is often spontaneous and unintentional, though still scarring—is premeditated. It is designed to methodically dismantle a person’s identity and humanity. To destroy safety. To diminish hope for…
I was born with un-white skin, a foreign name, one Middle Eastern Muslim parent, and one Agnostic Jewish parent. Later, bussed across town to the “black school” in the name…
Things I struggle with—all special days. Mother’s Day reminded me of the last time I sat with my mother and sister. I have a framed picture from that dinner, which…