Envisioning

Consider that poorer US counties have a 32% lower vaccination rate than other counties and the big picture becomes clearer… — I’m vaccinated. I believe in vaccines in general, but furthermore I believe that the COVID-19 vaccine works. I got vaccinated the first opportunity I got, and I encourage every single person to do the same. Please put your mental weapons back in their holsters. I said something that pissed off a lot of white people today.

A story and a list — I mentally assembled this list because of this haunting interaction I had. I was new in recovery and was on a date and was just about to walk into Old Town when my phone rings. It was a Lansing area code. I picked it up and some girl was hysterical…

“Hmm,” your audience will say. Not because your insights and advice are pedantic and simple, but because of how smart you are. — He’s hailed as “the king of marketing,” and although this title mostly seems to be repeated by those who have never done marketing a day in their lives, it carries weight. With Linkedin posts that get hundreds of thousands of reactions, and a gigantic media team that follows him everywhere…

“I’d like to buy my weed from black-owned businesses for black history month: looking for recommendations 🙂,” one of my friends posted… — “I’d like to buy my weed from black-owned businesses for black history month: looking for recommendations 🙂,” one of my friends posted unironically in a group chat, and I think that’s what set me off. The black experience in the United States is a spectrum. Some claim to be unaffected…

“You’ve been out for, what, three days? And now you expect me to believe that you’re magically not a drug addict anymore? You’re just…… — “You’ve been out for, what, three days? And now you expect me to believe that you’re magically not a drug addict anymore? You’re just… cured? Just like that.” “Yeah,” I croaked. He closed my folder and shuffled some other papers, my mugshot clearly visible on one of them.

“Jackson, how was your day” my big brother asked as he clunked his backpack down on his flimsy dorm desk. — “Jackson, how was your day” my big brother asked as he clunked his backpack down on his flimsy dorm desk. “Not great, I think I’m getting sick.” I was very sick. I had sweat through my hoodie. Even the light hurt. “Did you get out and do anything today” he…

I think everyone can agree that writing is one of those things that’s simple when the stakes are low, and nearly impossible when the… — I think everyone can agree that writing is one of those things that’s simple when the stakes are low, and nearly impossible when the pressure is on. If you’re like me, you may find yourself rolling over in the middle of the night to jot thoughts and ideas on your…