the journal

love letters, from a woman

the journal

(Who happened to have breast cancer)

Layers of blue mosaic tiles being torn back to reveal pink mosaic tiles underneath.

I see you out there. You’re buried under pink ribbons, and fatigue, and probably don’t recognize yourself in the mirror right now. They’ve slapped stickers all over you like name tags that say “Hi, my name is…. WARRIOR! FIGHTER! SURVIVOR! THRIVER! (insert other cancer cliche here)”. But it’s hard to feel like a warrior when […]

Beautiful Proud Black Woman

It’s time to address the subject of systemic racism and my role in it. Right now the conversation in the world has predominantly shifted to addressing racism and oppression towards BIPOC and, in particular, Black people in our country. I’ve been somewhat vocal on social media and in my immediate world but realized I have […]

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on the idea of identity. IDENTITY: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is. This makes it sound so simple, so concrete. So that makes me….. Woman? Human? Person? Being? But really aren’t we so much more complex than this? We are a kaleidoscope […]

I never really wanted to make my work about breast cancer. Not exclusively. I fought it for a long time, the idea of tying too much of my identity up in a disease that people are terrified of. I didn’t want to be “the cancer chick”. But here I am. And I’ve realized it’s right […]

It turns out that living through a global pandemic and hearing the words “you have breast cancer” aren’t that different. Today I spent the morning staring at the screen. The same screen I have been seeing for the last S-I-X-T-E-E-N days. I refreshed. I logged out and back in. I tried going through different links […]