• Y'know, Life,  Youth Work

    Dear 17-Year-Old Me That Was Afraid To Grow Up

    I wrote this on a plane an hour ago, and am sitting in the terminal publishing it, wildly unedited, because I know if I don’t do it now, I’ll get distracted and will never do it. Also, Trump is one of our presidential candidates. So, clearly, you just never GD know what’ll happen.   Dear 17-Year-Old-Me That Was Afraid To Grow Up, Dope. We’re talking! How crazy is that? Do I tell you to drop everything and go figure out leave-in conditioner ASAP? Nah. This won’t be that kind of letter. (But, like, after you read this.) I’m almost 27 now. Kind of revolting, right? What you don’t know — what you’ll…

  • Y'know, Life

    26 Things I Know Now

    Hi! Hello. You look great! We have a lot to talk about. My life looks pretty different now. May I triptych? I’m excited because I just learned that word ok thanks.  WHAT I DID HOW I DID IT WHY I DID IT That is my last 2 months in the world’s wee-est nutshell. I just turned 26—if you just politely mumbled happiburtdae with your brain, then thank you—and I’m super grateful for it. Not just because I think it’s a vastly sexier number than clunky, frumpy, no-one-invited-you 25, but because it feels like I’ve gotten over some sort of twentysomething hump. (And the literal, physical move away from where I spent my messy baby-twenties helps,…

  • Youth Work

    Ish My Teens Say: #DroptheMic

    So, this is my blog, right? I type things, I humblebrag, and here you are, subjecting yourself to it because you’re polite and curious but most likely just bored. But, you guys. My teens; the youth I get to work with and advocate for? So many times a day, I wish-wrapped-in-a-wish-wrapped-in-a-wish I could live broadcast my job into All the Internets. Because the things they say would break your face. And today was an incredible example of that.  

  • Y'know, Life

    Love = Aliens: A Conspiracy Theory

    I have this one Note on my phone (good ol’ Notes app!) that I’ve kept since, oh, September 2012, in which I exclusively write any feelings I encounter on the subway. That baby’s a good 12-15 swipes long. This is a snippet of a recent D-train brain-blip. Happy reading! ——— So. I don’t happen to be in love right now (and I find being in love to be a very distinct and rare privilege, so everyone calm down with your single-shaming), but I certainly have been. I think. And every now and then, I get wee glances of what it was like, and I momentarily blackout. Like a camera flash. Blindsided for…

  • Y'know, Life

    Operación Meditación: Day 45

    Here’s something I’ve sorta kept on the DL: I’ve been cuh-ruuushing my New Year’s resolutions. . I think it has something to do with saying nothing about it to (practically) no one, but #gatdamngatdamn, it’s been almost two skraight months of excellence. . Since January 3rd, I’ve been:

  • Y'know, Life,  Youth Work

    Check Yo’ Selfie B4 U Wreck Yo’ Selfie

    While personally, the idea of taking my own selfie and posting it up, in all seriousness, for people to appraise makes me want to vomit generously in my mouth, there’s something to be said about the serial selfie-er. Something in my brain says GOD NO, while something makes hers clap and scream YAAAAASSS. She’s singin’ along to some song I can’t hear. She’s at some swag-party that I wasn’t invited to. Can’t help but wonder about those different strokes. But anyway, the question being asked is, WTF, SELFIES?  Let’s look at the arguments here.

  • Y'know, Life

    How I Made 2013 My B…est Friend

    I was rifling through an old journal (by old, I mean 2012 – I smash through roughly 4 a year), and I noticed something pressed between the pages of last-winter-ish. I pulled it out. I lol’d. (Don’t judge me! This is a safe space. …MOM.) .

  • Travel

    Eat Play Lunge: Five Reasons Sydney, Australia Is Doin It Rite

    Allow me to set the scene: You enter a darkened study—the kind where the only light is coming from some impossibly massive fireplace, glowing around some impossibly massive, bad-lipstick-red velour armchair. Those are velour, right? …K, mine is.  The armchair also has wheels, which you realize because I wheel around, which seems kind of out of place, but it’s fine, it’s Ikea. I’m wearing a robe [also velour, also chair-colored] and I’m smoking a pipe. No. I’m eating a Push Pop. Chair-colored Push Pop. Also, somehow, I have a mustache.  Great. We can begin.

  • Y'know, Life

    What It’s Like To Grow Up (as illustrated by my Blackberry)

    So, listen, shut up for a minute. It’s my 6th month-aversary in the “real world.” And I feel I’m in a good place to tell you one unwavering truth I’ve learned about becoming an adult. Ready? . They make you… . …Get naked. . Well, okay, seriously. In every way possible, you are peeled like a banana. You know how you never realize how cold it is in the morning until you take off your blanket? It’s like that. For the first time, you’re let out of that cocoon of don’t-have-to-think-about-it-yet, of structured deadlines and structured social gatherings and structured communities, of everything you’ve known your whole life essentially being…