
The Speechie’s Process
In many parts of Ohio, competitive speech and debate is a sport. I caught the bug my sophomore year where I tagged along with my
In many parts of Ohio, competitive speech and debate is a sport. I caught the bug my sophomore year where I tagged along with my
Sometimes the pilgrimage gives you dysentery—Getting sick, like traveling, is a very revealing art It challenges you to rest,To encounter your human limitations And invites
I detest Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport. As a frequent flyer for business, I’m usually good for several stops at O’Hare each year—and the busy-ness, disorganization,
I chant to a monkey. No really, I do. I chant to a monkey. There was a time in my life where I never would
Risks are fucking scary. Even a cursory glance at the most banal dictionary app’s definition makes my spine shudder: to expose oneself to the chance
On the Monday after Thanksgiving eighteen years ago, I ran away to Europe. My addiction and untreated emotional problems left me in a state of
Gut feelings and intuition run my life. Always have and always will. I can’t ignore them because they are loud fuckers and do not like
I support and believe Christine Blasey Ford and I am in awe of her courage to come forward and speak her truth. It has not
I have experienced significant trauma recovery as a direct result of my training at Gracie University in Torrance, California. My goal is to start a