Nikki Pants
Stories (3/0)
An Urgent Call to Action
I am writing about the largely peaceful protests based on racial inequity and injustice around the country, the upcoming election, and the polarization and devastating division in America today. I am not a Trump supporter by any stretch of the imagination; I am a registered independent, a Bend, Oregon native, a recovering alcoholic, and a self-professed empath. I truly believe my calling in life, my purpose, and my passion, is to help others, to heal and uplift the disenfranchised, the underserved and underrepresented.
By Nikki Pants4 years ago in The Swamp
Your Death Will Not Be In Vain
It's a funny thing, being a white woman born and raised in Oregon, a notoriously white haven, and championing anti-racism. It's an uphill battle, one worthy of the struggles, but painstaking nonetheless. Now, before I go any further, let me preface this by saying I know it sounds like I'm portraying myself as a victim, or worse yet, a martyr, when actually I'm the lily white skinned winner of the America's most privileged lottery. Just bare with me and I swear I'll get to my very serious and urgent point!
By Nikki Pants4 years ago in The Swamp
What Nourishes Me Destroys Me
Quod me nutrit me destruit. What nourishes me destroys me. Think about it. No, really, I challenge you to think critically about this kitschy, little hipster phrase that I chose to splash across my collarbone for all humankind to gawk at. It's not like I made this decision lightly; I'd thought about this expression for years before it ever even touched my skin, but I've always been kind of a fly by the seat of my pants sorta gal, so it just happened to land on my chest at a party one night in Oceanside, California, after more than a couple shots of tequila. Well, actually, that's how roughly 87% of all my stories begin; in San Diego with a bottle of 1800.
By Nikki Pants4 years ago in Motivation