Finding Myself
One blog post at a time.
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The loud noise starts inside me, and like a missile, it heads straight toward my little children. My chest fills with air and exhales screams of desperation and frustration. For silly reasons — playing with my plant’s dirt, not staying quiet when I say so — my rage ignites.When I…
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The Paradox of Discomfort and Compassion
Humans are inherently biased. Not only are we biased, but we are also contradictory creatures of habit who seek dopamine releases while desiring stability in…
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The Assumptions We Make
History has a cruel way of reminding us of our blind spots. It whispers to us through the wreckage of past mistakes, through the silenced…
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Who Gets to Tell the Story?
History, they say, is written by the victors. But what about the unspoken stories? The ones whispered but never heard, buried under layers of bias…
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Vatican at the UN
Somewhere between cleaning up spilled juice and explaining why the sky is blue for the hundredth time, I stumbled on something odd: The Vatican, aka…
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