I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]

I Can’t Rub My Brown Away

It’s hard to stay hidden when you’re the only brown girl in the room. I can’t slip into the background and hope no one notices me. I can’t rub my skin color away and blend into the sea of white. It’s hard to stay hidden when you have big, unruly hair that takes up space. […]

Learning Leads to Action

After weeks of temperate weather, we woke up the morning of Martin Luther King, Jr day to snow and temperatures well below freezing. I debated canceling our plans to attend the march. It seemed like a lot of effort to bundle up my two girls, find parking, stand in the cold, and march for four […]

Why I’m Not Using the Word “Lit”

Hi. My name is Abby and I am super white. Also, I really like to describe things as “lit.” At least I did, until I started thinking about it more critically, and now I don’t. A lot of people think it’s just a silly word, but I’m beginning to think my love of the word […]

I Choose Subversive Joy

Lately, it feels like voices of hate have been amplified. I turn on the news. I log on to Facebook. I listen as fear strangles the heart of conversation around me. Permission has been granted—maybe more than ever before, maybe for the first time in a long time—to hate, vilify and attack our fellow humans. […]