Have you ever waited at a window for someone to appear? Sometimes life feels like that. It’s odd, as graduation approaches I figured that my colleagues and I would get closer. I thought we’d huddle together in the face of the future but we haven’t and surprisingly, that’s okay by me. I tend to not… Continue reading Embracing 2017: Waving Through a Window
Christmas was quiet this year. Very quiet. I find that I quite enjoy the quiet simply because it is not often that my mind, heart, and soul are capable of resting in the moment. To be completely fair, I have spent a great deal of my holiday sleeping, as much as possible, whenever possible. I… Continue reading Preparing for 2017: The Semantics of Friendship
I had so much hope when I went to sleep on November 8, 2016. I had so much hope for waking up the next day to a new world, a brighter world, a world sprinkled with glass shards from the glass ceiling that would have shattered and glinted in the sun like the glitter I… Continue reading America, Please Wear Your Hope Proudly
Three weeks. Twenty-one days. That is how long this post has been percolating in my head. The day before July 4th I had the privilege to witness the musical Hamilton live in New York City. The experience was literally breathtaking. I could not breathe for a moment when the lights dimmed and the orchestra played the opening… Continue reading Pardon me, are you Sam Lehman, ma’am?
“You’re a superwoman!” Every so often this seemingly innocuous compliment slips from the mouth of one of my friends or sisters and, without fail, each time I hear it I cringe internally. It’s not the act of being complimented that unsettles me it’s the terminology being used in the formation of said compliment. I have never… Continue reading I Don’t Want to Be a Superwoman
There is so much that I never thought I was capable of until now. Four weeks ago I turned twenty years old and at the sound of my alarm that morning I reached for my ‘Dear Twenty Year Old Me’ letter which I had been saving since I was eleven years old. When I was eleven… Continue reading Dear Twenty Year Old Me: The Letter
Who are you? What are you made of? These questions may cause people to stop and think about their lives but more often than not they are brushed off. Questions like these are difficult to think about because they bring one face to face with one’s own mistakes and failings. They destroy the perfectly cultivated facade… Continue reading Remind Me Who I Am