If you come as softlyAs the wind within the treesYou may hear what I hearSee what sorrow sees. -from "If You Come Softly" by Audre Lorde Six months ago I wrote a piece about my corn plant that I had been slowly nursing back to health and how broken down things can be revived. Six… Continue reading Toward 34: “If You Come Softly”
Thirty-three. A year many refer to as your "Jesus Year." Scholars believe that 33 is the year that Jesus started a spiritual and political revolution that led to his crucifixion. It's a year meant to put you on a different path than the ones you were on before. The year you put the things together… Continue reading For 32: The Practice of Letting Go
It has been roughly a month and a half since my birthday. I usually write a reflection a day or two, or a few weeks after my birth. This has been the longest time. But in a pandemic year where we've been asked to shelter in place, time has taken on new meaning. Mainly, that… Continue reading Reading Esther in the Age of Trump and Another Cycle Around the Sun
“Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together” ― Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World At the beginning of this year in January, I thought that my cosmetics and skincare products were turning against me. And I was panicked and confused… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1
It has been a few days since my birthday, and I continue to ride the high of assisting my brother in his first murder case that was a big win against a leading prosecutor. Throughout the entire process I was really emotionally and mentally invested in the case, especially for the sake of the client… Continue reading For 26: A Look Inward
1. I always have a song that I use to focus on my year and the things I want to do. This past year it was "Live Like That" by the Sidewalk Prophets. Whenever things got a bit crazy--as they often do--I focused on the words of the chorus, which helped me through the year… Continue reading 25 Thoughts and Musings from the 25th Year
I remember distinctly two days during my senior year of high school. Well, there were more than those two I remember, but these two were linked. The first day was the day that I came into my bedroom and found a Harvard application on my desk. I knew immediately it was my mother who had… Continue reading “She Turned Her Can’ts into Cans and Her Dreams into Plans”
Odelia Younge 