There is something that has been bothering me for a while now, and recent events surrounding the 9/11 memorial have brought it back to the forefront of my mind. You may have seen the controversy surrounding Zohran Mamdani and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez after footage appeared to show them smiling during the 9/11 memorial ceremony. People haveContinue reading “I’m Tired of the Bloodlust”
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A Year Ago, I Started Figuring Out What I Actually Believe
Disclaimer: This post was written on September 10, 2026, exactly one year after the events discussed in this piece. It may be published a few days after that date, but the reflections and perspective expressed here were written on September 10, 2026. A year ago today, I started to realize something about myself. Not somethingContinue reading “A Year Ago, I Started Figuring Out What I Actually Believe”
Before the Sickos Come In: No, Erin Piacenti Did Not “Deserve It”
Before the sickos come in, I am just going to say it. What Pamela Cisneros did was not okay. And before somebody decides to make this about politics, capitalism, Bank of America, corporate America, class warfare, mental health, policing, or whatever else they want to use to justify it: a woman was stabbed to deathContinue reading “Before the Sickos Come In: No, Erin Piacenti Did Not “Deserve It””
We Cannot Call for Violence. Even Now. Especially Now.
Last night, shots were fired at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner in Washington, D.C. President Trump was rushed off the stage by Secret Service agents. Vice President JD Vance and members of the Cabinet were evacuated. A law enforcement officer was struck, saved only by his bulletproof vest. A suspect, identified as Cole Tomas Allen,Continue reading “We Cannot Call for Violence. Even Now. Especially Now.”
If Everything Is Falling Apart, Then Be Yourself Anyway
There is a common reaction when the country feels like it is unraveling and the world seems to be cracking at its seams, people retreat, they shut themselves in, they close their emotional doors, they shrink their lives down to the smallest possible shape that still feels safe. Fear becomes a default posture. Suspicion replacesContinue reading “If Everything Is Falling Apart, Then Be Yourself Anyway”
Refusing to Let the World Grind the Light Out of Me
There are days when the world feels like a machine designed to test how much softness a person can lose before they finally harden. The news cycles churn out cruelty as if it were routine maintenance. Politics rewards the loudest and meanest voices. Social media turns empathy into a punchline and compassion into a liability.Continue reading “Refusing to Let the World Grind the Light Out of Me”
The First Time It Happens, It Still Shakes You
I’m still shaken. I’m still sitting here with all of this heaviness in my chest, trying to make sense of what happened, trying to put words to that weird mix of fear, disgust, anger, sadness, and disappointment that hit me all at once. I don’t even know how to begin unraveling the knot this leftContinue reading “The First Time It Happens, It Still Shakes You”
The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends
I hate that phrase — crashing out. It’s a bit cringe, I know. But lately, honestly, that’s the best way I can describe how I’ve been feeling. Like I’ve been slowly crashing the fuck out. My energy, my focus, my optimism — all of it. Just crashing. It’s like the world’s gotten so heavy thatContinue reading “The Weight of the World and the Dread That Never Ends”
When Hypotheticals Become Reality: Furloughed Workers Forced Into Second Jobs Just to Survive
I remember when this shutdown first started — I said, half out of frustration and half out of fear, that if this thing went on long enough, furloughed federal workers would eventually have to take on second jobs just to make ends meet. Back then, it was just a hypothetical. A what-if. A warning ofContinue reading “When Hypotheticals Become Reality: Furloughed Workers Forced Into Second Jobs Just to Survive”
Between Hope and Ash — The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages
They say time heals. But what if time only stretches the wound wider? What if it doesn’t close anything, only reveals more of what we refuse to face? One morning, ordinary people were taken — dragged from homes, from safety, from existence — and two years later, the world is still repeating the same promise:Continue reading “Between Hope and Ash — The Unresolved Fate of the October 7 Hostages”