Me Too: Empathy Through Empowerment

To put it simply, the United States of America, a nation born out of revolution, is currently facing an upheaval in awareness regarding the reality of our country’s foundation and its consequential inner workings throughout history. As of late, the American Feminist movement, developed during the fight for women’s suffrage in the 1900s, has now recently focused into a national, even global, acknowledgement and dialogue regarding the disproportionate sexual abuse and harassment women face in society. Continue reading “Me Too: Empathy Through Empowerment”


while seeking joy…

gina miller

Shake it off…

Kurt and I had both caught a case of the mulligrubs and it was not fun…not good. It seemed we were frustrated at the little things and the little things felt like big things. We were fussy and fussing and recognized we were in need of change. We were just having one of our Sacred Sunday Evening Couch Talks…If that couch could talk…when I made us both a challenge…it seemed our joy was depleting and we were in need of a jump start.

“The first person to have 5 people ask you why you’re so happy, or where your joy comes from, or simply comment on your kind disposition..wins.”  Wins what? We would decide later…but the challenge was set and agreed upon…this was a contest to see which one of us “appears more joyful” while out in the world. We have both grown so…

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How did this happen to me? And why?

Hi there. I’m back.

This time, I want to talk about the difference I’ve come to see in my personality over the last year or so.

I’ve always liked to think I’m a positive person. I generally see the good in people and look for the bright side of obstacles. I try to speak kindness and spread joy to all in which I come in contact.

However, as I’ve become more aware of the many difficult situations, I’ve seen a different side of me come to surface, and I’m still trying to understand it. Continue reading “How did this happen to me? And why?”

A little moment of gratitude

Kasra and I celebrated our first year together in July, and it has been one of many adventures. There are a list of reasons why I love him and why I see myself spending the rest of my life with him, but today has me thinking of one of the most significant reasons why I am with him…which is because of how much he builds me up when I spend so much time building up everyone else around me.

Don’t get me wrong – I absolutely love being the positive light in the world of others. I live to love and be kind to all with whom I come in contact. However, sometimes, to put it simply, we forget our own dreams, needs, and capacity to live because we’re so focused on being there for others. Kasra reminds me of this every day.

From the beginning of our relationship, Kasra has done nothing but breathe dreams into me with every ounce of support he shows me. He encourages my excitement about life, and he never tells me anything is impossible, but instead does the opposite. He sees the fire in my soul to make a difference in this world, and he believes so much in me that I almost don’t have the capacity to not believe in myself. With Kasra by my side, I feel that anything is possible… that, no matter what, life is a blessing.

And for this, I am eternally grateful.

I love you, Kasra Khalili.
Thank you for being the greatest gift of all.

One of those days

As much as I like social media, I don’t like how I feel as if I have to seem like I have it all together all the time. I look at my pictures on instagram and Facebook, and I see all smiles and laughter.. but what aren’t shown are all the tears, the anger, the numbness, the frustration, or the vulnerability I feel. Continue reading “One of those days”

Here’s to Hoping

Today is March 7th. I’ve showered, eaten breakfast, watched Netflix, and worked on a paper…all with the faint thought of picking back up on my blog. I’ve been thinking about it for months, now. I’ve written down notes in my phone regarding possible topics to write about, but I just found difficulty putting my fingers to my keyboard to write out my thoughts.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to come across as if I believe the way I think is the how I think everyone else should think. Or maybe it’s because I’m hesitant of being too open and personal. Maybe it’s because I don’t think what I have to say is really all that important in the middle of the everyday events and struggles so many people experience.

To be completely honest, I don’t know why I’m writing this right now. I don’t really understand why I decided to start typing this blog post today, as opposed to all the other days of the last couple of months.. But today, I am going to express what I’ve been mulling over for a while.  Continue reading “Here’s to Hoping”

Adjusting to Expansion

I have trouble with this, daily… As my mind expands, my senses are heightened.  Continue reading “Adjusting to Expansion”

The Heart Knows Something Different

People easily become statistics…whether in poverty, crime, prison, underage pregnancies, or foster care system. We forget people have emotions, aspirations, dreams, fears, insecurities, and passions when all they are to us are numbers.

The Resident’s Creed

I’m gonna succeed
I’m gonna make it
You may not believe me
but I’m young and strong
and I’m moving on
to make a place for me

So shake your head
and think your thoughts
as if I am deceived
but the last horse in line
doesn’t always finish last
by chance it takes lead

You may notice my wrongs
and when I fall off the track
but you never take the time
to give credit that’s due
when I dust off my knees
and start back

I have many more laps to go
and, yes, bleed blood if I must
bleed because I know
somewhere, out there, there’s a finish line, my destination

whatever it is,
whatever it is,
I will reach it,
I will succeed,
you will see

– Tameka Ross, 19

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