All in Personal Essay

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.

How To Be Angry

Lately I have been furious. The kind of fury that comes from a long-sleeping dragon. Beaten down by my parents, then my classmates, then the media, then the greater society around me. The trouble is, I don’t exactly know what to do with that long-overdue rage.

Remembering Anita

I feel quietly livid. I was born the year Anita Hill testified before the Supreme Court Judiciary Committee, but I didn’t become a member of the #MeToo movement until last year. Before May 28th, 2017, I was that girl in humble and slightly guilty support of all those who were coming forward with stories of buried trauma and self-righteous confusion.