Wake up; clean up; eat breakfast; discover some kind of racist injustice that has happened; feel sad; cheer up; study and work; go to bed; Repeat. My days are particularly monotonous. However, for the past two weeks, while preparing for the day, I’ve found myself listening to the same Donnie McClurkin hits. Classics such as […]Read more "Frustration-Aggression Hypothesis"
When I was in the 5th grade, I imagined myself strung up by the neck from the swing set, and I have not been the same since. I was never very happy as a child; youth had been unkind to me. I was overweight, cripplingly shy, and I made for an easy target. I had to […]Read more "Whispered Stories"