Watching the news after Nia Wilson’s untimely death triggered my emotions. Every time I leave the house, I carry fear and anxiety with me.
Just a few weeks ago, my girlfriends and I were approached by an aggressively drunk white male who believed he had authority over our bodies. It wasn’t the first time we had to deal with something like this, and unfortunately, it won’t be our last. I couldn’t help but wonder, would anybody help me if I were attacked? If I died, would I be mourned in the same way Nia Wilson was?
When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks
Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle
Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name
As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater
