I can’t even think of a title for this piece. If there is a title it will have been chosen at the end. I can hardly sum up the words to describe the grief I feel at the news that my employer for the past 4.5 …

6/13 Update: I wrote this piece back in February and never published it, because it had been a while since I wrote anything on Medium and wanted some sets of eyes before I published. Then I waited too long, the primaries happened, then the pandemic, and now BLM…

I’ve been deep in thought the last week, since the murder of George Floyd. I have been non-stop on social media, and the internet, reading everything everyone has written and posted about Black Lives Matter. I have been actively working to dismantle my own prejudices and biases for most of…

I live in Portland, OR now but once lived in Utah for 11 years. I spent 3 of those years playing in a rock band in Salt Lake City and used to hang around a bunch of 20-somethings, gathered to play music, smoke weed or do whatever it was that…

A few weeks ago, my boyfriend Joel and I were sitting at the dinner table discussing current events and politics. I had been following the Brett Kavanaugh hearing and found myself furious. I don’t think I had ever been that angry before. In order to channel my(our) rage in more…

tl;dr: I went on my first camping trip in Oregon with friends and here are the photos. Lately I have been feeling that Instagram and Twitter are not enough to express my experiences (and existence) in its entirety. In Instagram the photos are too small and barely able to see…

As I process this whole election and the outcomes — along with everyone else in the world crunching numbers and going through a retrospective — I have become more convinced of an opinion that Trump got elected because WE the Democratic party (I am a registered Democrat) elected the wrong…

In memory of my darling friend and bandmate Josh 4th of July, jamming at Alexz’s parents’ house in Olympus Cove I’m really not sure what else to say. I didn’t know I could feel this bad. I’ve never lost a close friend before. I’ve never lost touch with a friend…

Last summer, I bought a vintage Schwinn bike to see if I liked riding a bike. It was love at first sight. The fire-engine red frame, the chrome, the steel, the sturdiness. I put lots of work into it (actually, Saturday Cycles — Salt Lake City’s steel frame specialist —…