An examination of the process of recognizing privilege I identify as a white, homosexual, woman. In the past, I have felt more often than...

An Ode to My Cup of Joe In the morning I wake and drag myself into the kitchen. eyes hardly open, shoulders slumped, I press the ‘on’...

An Ode to My Mother My mother has a gift, an ever-endearing charm. This power, I hope to behold, has been lovingly deemed “Somethin’...

I live in a bubble. A constant comfort zone of whiteness of passing of privilege. My life is spent watching, curious of the unknown,...

I have always considered myself to be a feminist. As a third-grader I wrote to George W. Bush, an infuriated letter regarding an...

A poem detailing my life as I existed it in the space of the kitchen. It was in the kitchen where my mother loaded the dishwasher as I...

An attempt to interact with the scholarly work of Eve Tuck and Wayne K. Yang Thesis In Decolonization is Not a Metaphor, Tuck and Yang...

An attempt to form an understanding of the work of Susan Schweik. Thesis In this article, Schewick suggests that nation, race, and...