There’s a Dreamer in All of Us

There's A Dreamer In All Of Us

By Catherine Miele

It seems that every time I turn on the news or listen to public radio, I hurt.

I hurt for the marginalized of our society, for family members of Middle Eastern immigrants who can’t enter the United States, for transgender military members whose service clearly isn’t valued, for victims of Hurricane Harvey, and, now, for the hundreds of thousands of young “Dreamers” who face deportation to countries they’ve never known as home.

It’s an ache in my heart that, at times, makes me question the deeply held collective values of my country and wonder if the people in my life are truly who I’ve known them to be. Continue reading

Criticism Or Kindness: The Choice Is Ours

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By Jillian Stacia

I was at the grocery store doing my weekly shopping. After surviving the mad dash around the store, I was more than ready to check out and head home. When it was finally my turn at the register, I unloaded my items and attempted to make small talk with the cashier:

“How are you doing today?”

Nothing. Radio silence. The sulky teenage boy didn’t even look me in the eye. Continue reading

We’re Going To Be Okay

We're Going To Be Okay

By Jillian Stacia

It’s been a rough couple of days. If you live in America then you know what I mean.

When things like this happen, I find myself falling silent. Not in my personal life, or on social media, or in my own private journals, but here, in this space. More than ever, I’m realizing just how important our words are. I want to make sure I get them right. I don’t want to be another voice in the void. I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire. I don’t want to say something just because. Continue reading

Let’s Go Deeper

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By Jillian Stacia

Life has been a scary place lately.

I’ve had a hard time adjusting to our new reality. I’m frustrated. I’m angry. I’m heartbroken. I am all the feels, five thousand times a day. I’m terrified of turning on the news or checking Twitter. I want to stick my head in the sand. I want to organize marches. I want to protest until I’m blue in the face. I want to get in Facebook arguments and troll Republicans and throw things at Donald Trump signs that are still hanging up in my neighborhood.

Like I said, life has been scary. Continue reading

Focus On How It Feels

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By Kate Kole

I started running cross country in high school as a way to stay in shape for soccer season. That was my singular goal and purpose. Not to race competitively, or to smash PRs, or to lose weight, or for any other reason. So, it was as much a surprise to myself as it was to anyone else when I discovered that I genuinely loved the sport. I adored my teammates and found that meeting up to cover 6 miles after school was fun. We bonded over long runs where we had nothing else to do but talk. And of course, team dinners and getting out of school early to head to meets only added to my newfound enthusiasm for the sport.

Even after graduating, I continued to run. Just for the heck of it. Throughout college and into my early 20s, I signed up (and sometimes even trained!) for half marathons. I appreciated the time that running allotted me, to think, destress, and reach endorphin fueled highs. Continue reading