Texas Transformation

Imagine waking up in the morning and throwing some scraps of bread outside for the chickens. Four outdoor cats follow you around, ready for their food. A scorpion is hiding in the kitchen sink, and you blast him with hot water to send him down the drain. Just a typical morning for my grandparents in… More Texas Transformation

Hard truth: “Blurred Lines” is not the problem. We are the problem.

This isn’t one of those “omg Gen X/Y/Z/Millenials are literally the WORST!” blog posts. Although, it kinda is. I told myself I wasn’t going to jump any deeper into the “Blurred Lines” debate, but this is starting to get pretty ridiculous, y’all. Look, I completely understand the side of women who were raped feeling uncomfortable.… More Hard truth: “Blurred Lines” is not the problem. We are the problem.

My open letter regarding The Ohio University Marching 110 and “Blurred Lines”

Below is the letter I wrote to Dr. Ryan Lombardi regarding his decision to ask the Marching 110 to “reconsider” their choice to include “Blurred Lines” in their halftime show last Saturday. I want to preface this by saying that it is intentionally as positive and flattering as possible. I did not want to be… More My open letter regarding The Ohio University Marching 110 and “Blurred Lines”

Sundays

It’s warm in Grandma’s kitchen. A small plastic fan on the counter does little to circulate air or cool the room. It doesn’t help that a pot of sauce has been on the back right burner of the stove for hours before my arrival. The smell is mouth-watering. I can almost taste tomatoes now. Grandma… More Sundays