An angry letter to the Supreme Court; a love poem to women.
181: because debt doesn’t make me appreciate my degree
Let’s be fucking clear: I didn’t earn my degree by making monthly payments until I’m 34.
180: an exhortation to my white friends
YOU might be the problem.
179: because letting go doesn’t mean caring less
I give a shit about a lot of shit.
178: because repetition, repetition, repetition
Repetition has saved me during these strange, isolated weeks.
177: because your best is a moving target
These are strange times, friends.
176: because my home is Home
If your home isn’t Home, I invite you into mine.
175: because we can make it through this
Your time in isolation is not defined by how much you accomplish.
174: because the opposite of fear is not courage
I do not need the bravery of a soldier; I need the trust of a servant.
173: because life isn’t good
Some days, life is fucking hard. Backbreaking. Terrifying. Confusing.
Mary's One Hundred 