Courtney Lowry

Yesterday marked the first day of Black History Month, and this year (more than ever) black voices need to be elevated.

There is no doubt that this year’s Grammys was profound.

It’s the night of your Circles release, and I’m emotional.

Today, I watched Five Feet Apart, and acknowledge how incredibly I am to seeing this movie. Although, I’m usually a connoisseur of the sad, cliche, chronic illness film. The Fault in Our Stars is my go-to movie, and I’ve probably watched it close to one hundred times since its first release in 2014. Then Came You, another cancer film that wasn’t so mushy, was so noteworthy that I wrote an article about it here. Now is Good was a masterpiece for a film, equipped with the stereotypical tan guy with fantastic hair, and the heart-wrenching talent of Dakota Fanning.

There it is: my book.

The simultaneous back-and-forth opening and closing of another episode of Amazon Prime x The New York Times’ Modern Love and a dating app has been my day today. I got tired of waiting by the phone for my interest to text me. I was making myself nauseous from replaying the memories from last month that we shared together, trying to piece together the puzzle of what every little word and lingering glance has meant in the months we’ve known each other. In doing so, I was only flaring up my chronic illness more.