Aspiring storyteller, and sometimes other things
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I Was Raised by Barbie and The Acid Queen
Music has always been a vessel for the African American experience. In the beginning, it was traditional biblical gospel to cope and communicate within the Antebellum South. Since, it has transformed into multiple genres, from the blues during the Great Depression, describing the trials of down trodden Americans. To rock and roll alongside the flower children of the sixties.
Writing Advice From Creative Icon Joyce Carol Oates
“We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.” ― Joyce Carol Oates
An Anti-Vday, Pro You Playlist
I grew up on music made for people in love. I used to scream “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men. Before I even knew what a relationship was, before I had even kissed anyone. The way R&B artists sang about being in love made me feel like I was too.
What I Learned From the Co-Founder of Netflix
14-year-old Marc Randolph stood under the sun at the base of a trailhead with 15 other students at his side. His parents had dropped him off that morning at The National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) to hone his skills. The program required a month of surviving on their own in the wilderness. Each day the group was separated into smaller sections, and a "leader of the day" was appointed.
How I Reached My First Vocal + Payout
59 stories, 2 years, and enough caffeine to kill a small animal. That is what it took to reach this milestone. I usually avoid offering my advice for finding success on Vocal. It makes me feel like a gimmicky guru. However, I think there could be a societal benefit to me sharing my story. Maybe it will look similar to yours. Plus, I have to continue the tradition that Kathryn and Brian set before me.
Why I'm Never Working a 9-5 Job Again
I go through a cycle almost every year. I get a job that seems great, good potential for advancement, swell benefits, and whatever else people tell you to care about. I fit myself into the mold and abide by the rules. Yet eventually, I can't help but realize how much time I'm spending at work. Someone else dictates what I do with my day. I lose my night to exhaustion.
Inside the Hotshop
I was perusing the casual viewing section on Netflix and came across a show with two glass figures, one red, the other blue, leaning against one another. Scrolled across the middle in red lettering read: “Blown Away”
Read This to Restore Your Faith in Humanity
When I was seven years old, I loved action figures and video games. I liked to play outside, I loved cartoons, and I idolized Robin Hood. What I didn't care for was school. I cared about having friends and recess. But I fell asleep every afternoon in my math book and could barely nail down what sound "Th" made.