Wellbeing

The revolutionary is an act of love.

Did you know that ladybugs like honey?

I didn’t always think I had to eat. Like many college students, I had a very bad habit of not prioritizing my body and, if anything at all, eating was a reward.

Near Grounds, a kind stranger offered flowers to anyone who wanted them. 

When I was in my junior year of high school, I wrote a piece for my end-of-the-year project in AP Language and Composition titled “Recipe.”

“We” being my generation—specifically those of us currently in college. We have been getting constantly ragged on for being lazy and disorganized, and uncaring.

You’ve never seen me sleeping in New Cabell—mind your business.

“Hang tight, man.”

Is what the doctor said to me before leaving to search for an ultrasound machine so they could make sure my ovaries hadn’t twisted and cut off their own blood supply.

It’s been five months since I’ve needed a morning alarm—awakening to light, not sound.