Samantha Blake
Bio
Writer, storyteller, dreamer, doer. I believe everyone has a story, and that the power of words and human connection can change the world.
Stories (4/0)
I've Known He Was Racist Since I Knew What Racism Was
I was twenty. At a hotel, on vacation, in a mostly White area. We walked across the courtyard of the hotel and passed a young Black woman who had just sat down in one of the chairs, looking at her phone. A total stranger; presumably another guest on vacation.
By Samantha Blake12 months ago in Families
We Need to Teach Our Daughters They Are Enough
When I was five, my grandfather tried to convince me that men were superior to women. I don’t remember this, being so young at the time, but my mother has since recounted the story to me. I was standing there, looking up at my beloved grandpa with wide eyes, nodding along when she walked in and heard what he was saying.
By Samantha Blakeabout a year ago in Viva
Furry Little Life Lesson
It was my sixteenth birthday. Like many other teens, I wasn’t always the greatest person to be around – too much angst and drama, and a serious lack of consideration and patience. On that day I was in the living room when my dad came home. He told me that his coworker had found me a birthday present, and that the box was in his car.
By Samantha Blake2 years ago in Petlife
I Lost Myself in His Version of Love
For a while, he was everything. His charm was perfect, his confidence high, his affection overwhelming – in a good way. He waltzed into my life and gave me lots of attention from the start. It was nice to feel wanted and I immediately got swept up in it, having just moved to the area and started a new job. He had a similar job working for the same company, so I saw him fairly often. Cliché as it sounds, deep down I had a gut feeling that he wasn’t right for me, but I chose to ignore it because I didn’t want to be alone.
By Samantha Blake2 years ago in Humans
