• This weighs heavy on my mind

    Note: I first posted this to Facebook. Placed it here with links as a call to action. I know a lot of trans people in my life, and in the past year, I had to convince several of them to please stay alive. At least two of them were unsuccessful in attempts. This terrifies me,…

  • Each of us holds a story

    Within each of us lies a story. a small seed, insignificant at first, but with proper care and nurturing — it may one day grow into a tree. There it will shine with all the glory of the sun — the impact reeling across the minds of all who touch its leaves.   Within each…

  • The Bullets We’ve Taken

    When I was a child, I used to walk along the cracks in the pavement at recess. Carefully walking as if on a tightrope. Each step I took a vivid reminder of the fine line I walked at home and at school, where one false move and I might garner attention. Whether it was good…

  • Encapsulated

    The box is a deep maroon, the texture somewhat akin to cardboard but stronger and thinner. Inside lays a wealth of memories, not forgotten, but held in the confines of four walls, protected from the elements and from my own grief. It is unknown exactly when I received this box in the mail, but it…

  • Let’s Write! Constructing and Developing Ideas

    In a writer’s life, there are times where ideas seem plentiful, like the molecules in a river, and other times, ideas seem scarce like water in a desert. No matter how plentiful or scarce your ideas are, the hardest aspect to them is constructing those ideas into workable stories. In the following writer’s exercise from…

  • Martin Luther King Day

    Today is Martin Luther King Day, where service events abound. I chose to volunteer at a Poverty Simulation, where I was given the job of being the SuperFood Clerk. Those involved in the simulation had to buy their food, clothing, miscellaneous supplies, and prescriptions through me. Fifteen minutes represents a week, so an hour is…

  • Developing Musical Ideas

    I sit here with bongos in my lap. The rhythms I tap out invoke melodies, many of which I discard as being too fragmented. I sometimes will sing these melodies out loud with the drumming to see if they match up as well in reality as they do in my head. Other times, I will…

  • Memorial to Those We Have Lost

    On December 28, 2014, Leelah Acorn jumped in front of a truck and died. Not long after her death, a scheduled post to her tumblr appeared on the internet — her suicide note. Why did she die? She details it in her suicide note; how her parents forced her into conversion therapy, isolated her, and…

  • Worldbuild: Cities

    In a society, people tend to gather in communities, and over time these communities can expand and grow, developing into cities. Thus, when world-building, cities can prove to be intensely beneficial to your stories. Taking the time to develop them can help you better understand the setting of your story and how your characters may…

  • Three Fingers

    I hold up three fingers in the silence between us. Her brown eyes meet mine, shining with tears. “I am sorry,” she says, even though there is no need for it. She has done nothing wrong, yet that is often the only words people are able to say once they learn my history. The scars…