It became every bit of me. A fear that surfaced once I could feel her kicks.
When I Call Myself Disabled
My Commitment to You
I Am
To the Children I Will Never Have
Yoga Pants are not the Enemy
From Cancer to Conception: The Body’s Resilience
Silent Recovery
When a Nail Goes Through a Wall
A Pursuit of Pleasure: The 'Happily Ever After' We're Not Taught
Anxiety, Alienation, and Control
Depression is...
Love Letter to my Body
Fake It 'Til You Faint
Hearing My Own Footsteps
The Stranger in my Home
The Quiet Rebel: Essay on Dissociation
When the Future Frightens Us
From a Native Millennial Daughter: #ProtectMaunaKea
As a young Native Hawaiian kid, you are quickly reminded every day that your ancestral land, that your people have stewarded for centuries, is no longer yours to enjoy. In fact, you are “trespassing” on “private property” owned by “so-and-so” from “somewhere”, when you were just trying to get to the beach.