When Kiersten asked Lindsay and me to write reflections about our experiences as editorial residents, I didn’t what direction I wanted this piece to take. But the longer I thought it, the more I realized that I shouldn’t think about it at all. So here’s my stream of honest consciousness about the Women of Cincy residency.
I still don’t know if I was qualified to be one of the editorial residents this past spring, but I am beyond thankful that Kiersten and Chelsie thought I was. I learned more about myself and my passions than I ever thought I would, and got to meet some badass women along the way.
Read MoreFive years. That’s how long I’ve celebrated Mother’s Day with a baby-shaped hole in my heart. My arms have endured countless blood draws; my fingers have cramped from filling out piles of paperwork; and my hands have been thrown up in the air from complete exhaustion and anger more times than I am proud to admit. My arms are empty, and this year, I celebrate with a heart that aches deeply yet overflows with joy and hope.
Read MoreThe first Earth Day was held on April 22, 1970. Americans were becoming more aware of the many ways in which their actions were harming the environment.
Read MoreMany times as an after school coordinator, “F*** it. I’ll do it” meant interrupting the usual narrative. When I had a group of third grade girls who prided themselves on being mean girls, it meant bringing them together in a sister circle; showing them the beauty and worth in themselves and one another; and teaching them how to build and sustain friendships with one another that could last lifetimes.
Read MoreThe percentage of African American women in this industry is incredibly low. Though technology is looked at as one of the most innovative and rapidly growing industries, it remains stagnant in regard to diversity and inclusion.
Read MoreReflecting on this past fall semester of my senior year, I had the privilege to work alongside a similarly passionate and outgoing group of "lady bosses" at Women of Cincy. We joked throughout calling me the "guinea pig," being the first ever intern they've had, as I got to test out the various tasks and story ideas.
Read MoreWhen I was young, my most notable attribute was my wild imagination. Like many other little girls, I spent a lot of time running amok and playing make-believe. My sisters and I dressed up in lavish costumes compiled of knick-knacks and pretended to have magical powers. All children have a bit of magic in them.
So who says adults don’t?
(Plus, Cincinnati's witchiest organizations.)
Read MoreElections are coming up! Here’s a list of three resources to check out before you vote.
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