In a culture that worships at the altar of youth, my enthusiasm about turning 50 (a mere 72 hours from when I’m writing this) may seem strange. I mean, 50 is old, isn’t it? Or at least well along the way to “old.” And who the hell wants to be old? Despite what society tells …
Content warning; this post talks about suicide and suicidal ideation A few weeks ago, I found myself in a foreign place psychologically, momentarily feeling truly depressed and hopeless. Depression is not something that I have ever experienced to any major degree—no, my jam has always been anxiety. Anxiety and I met several months after my …
The past five months have been a whirlwind! When I decided to run for public office, I had no idea how much work even a relatively small local campaign would be, nor did I fully grasp how much my life would change. For those who aren’t local or who don’t follow Black Girl in Maine …