The Pain of Seeing Death Treated Like the Easy Answer
Since August 3rd, my world has been flipped upside down. Losing Bane and then watching the reactions to Charlie Kirk’s murder has left me mentally and emotionally exhausted. I’ve always tried to see the good in people, but this whole situation has made me question that. It feels like life doesn’t matter anymore if it’s inconvenient or disagreed with. Death shouldn’t be the first answer, but lately it feels like it’s treated that way far too often — for animals, for people, for conflict. And trying to wrap my head around how so many can justify it has been nothing but exhausting.
Tomboy Then, Tomboy Now: Why Being Myself Never Meant I Wasn’t a Girl
This was me in the 90s — oversized Steve Yzerman Red Wings shirt, shorts, sneakers, and the biggest smile. I didn’t care about dresses or pink bows; I cared about sports, about being outside, about being in the game. Looking back, it makes me laugh because that’s exactly what a tomboy was — a girl who didn’t fit the mold of a “typical little girl,” but was still completely, unapologetically a girl.
My First Real Test of Sobriety: Saying Goodbye to Bane
The Last Time I Saw Him Was on a Screen— I Miss You Already
After Days of Reassurance, I Started to Get Excited — Then the Recruiter Realized She Emailed the Wrong Cierra
The Freedom We Forget We Have—and Take for Granted
On Par with the Agenda: Off Course but On Point with the Rocket Mortgage Classic
Photo by: Chad Britton
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The Grit and Determination I Share with Uncle Vic — Despite Never Meeting Him or Fully Understanding What He Went Through
