Leigh Huggins


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Welcome! My name is Leigh and I Write personal essays, Poetry, and fiction. I also publish on Medium.com.

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LATEST Features

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The Privilege Of The White Writer

I’ve been bumping into people all week. Not literally, but emotionally, culturally, socially. I’ve been stumbling over old biases and beliefs I didn’t want to admit I had. I’ve been running into judgments I wish I didn’t inherit. I’ve been bashing into a new reality: That if we show up, authentically as we can, with our own experience, we will fall.

I feel stupid even writing this because I’ve been reading it from social activists like Brené Brown, friends and mentors like Shauna Ahern, and practicing it in group therapy for over six years now. But therein lies the problem. I’ve merely been an onlooker — in controlled, safe, female, whitewashed environments. I haven’t been participating in that theoretical “arena.”

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Writer’s Block is Not A Valid Excuse

Yes, we all complain, me included, about this horrible thing called writer’s block. It creeps in when we most need it to stay away. It squishes those ideas that were just about to bloom into something fantastic. It shows up at the umpteenth hour when we have to get that pitch in TOMORROW and the words just. aren’t. coming.

We rant and rail against it! Oh no, the damned writer’s block! Until it shifts, I can’t get anything done. Every piece of advice everyone has ever given me on how to get through it is to just. keep. writing. But, what if I can’t?

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Photo by Syarafina Yusof on Unsplash

We Are Ingrained To Think Abuse is Sexy

I heard my boss at work today tell a little girl that a boy was hurting her because he liked her. Yes, we all remember our parents and/or teachers telling us something along the lines of — “He’s calling you names, pinching you, calling you gross, spitting on you, and throwing rocks at you — he must have a CRUSH on you! You should be FLATTERED!”

First off, why on earth are we still teaching our little boys that it’s OK for them to express physical attraction via demeaning behavior? Furthermore, why are we still telling our girls that they should accept harassment as a token of appreciation?