Who was the person you used to be? You might start today's writing with "I don't have a name. I don't know what to do. I am not the person I used to be..." Dear Dad, I have a name, that hasn’t changed, but I don’t know what to do, other than to just keep… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 1
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Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another… the beginning.
(I journaled everyday for a little over a week as I truly worked to confront my own racism and to educate myself on what anti-racist work looks like.... this is the prologue of sorts that I wrote. I will post the rest of my entries, day by day after this.) Hello White Friends (and any… Continue reading Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another… the beginning.
This is 25: a weird overview of my life and thoughts on being a year older.
Yesterday, I turned 25, a quarter of a century... I’ve likely lived more than a quarter of my life, probably more like one third. It’s flown by I think. Overall I don’t remember most of 0-10, I mean there are a few shining moments in there, and some not so shiny ones... but mostly, there’s… Continue reading This is 25: a weird overview of my life and thoughts on being a year older.
The Little Things, like Ping-Pong
It sounds cliche, because it is. That said, the strange times we live in have made it all that much more obvious how true some of the cliche colloquialisms are. After spending most of the last 3 months alone in my apartment with my cat and occasionally my boyfriend (he works a lot), coming back… Continue reading The Little Things, like Ping-Pong
Social Media, Quarantine, Justice, and all the strangeness that is Now
In the last year or so how I use Social Media has changed, considerably from what it was 3 years ago. Today I realized that it actually looks quite about more like how I used Social Media 3 years before that. Instagram has replaced Tumblr and now WordPress is replacing Facebook. The way that I… Continue reading Social Media, Quarantine, Justice, and all the strangeness that is Now
When do I ACTUALLY Become an Adult
A year ago, when my dad passed, I suddenly felt aged. In a matter of moments, my world turned. There’s something truly sobering when you realize that suddenly you have one less parent to call when shit hits the fan. I found myself bombarded with decisions, big ones. Things I felt utterly unqualified to be… Continue reading When do I ACTUALLY Become an Adult
Activism Actions
The last two weeks have been mentally and emotionally exhausting. If they haven’t been I suggest you check in with the world. I can’t imagine how it must feel for Black, Brown, and other POC. I will acknowledge now, before I get any further; I have and will continue to mess up. Please, let me… Continue reading Activism Actions
Death-i-versary: year 1
Dad, “ Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes... five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.... Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?” Lyrics, from the musical RENT. It’s one of my favorites, but I think that’s because it was the first one I watched.… Continue reading Death-i-versary: year 1
Welcome
Hello all, My name is Cassie. I’m a Yooper currently residing in Portland, OR. I’ve been procrastinating and going back and forth on starting a blog again. It’s been 6 years since the slow demise of my last blog, a tumblr from my high school days. Lots changed. Instead of writing from my hot pink… Continue reading Welcome
Coffee & Conundrums 