It is categorically easier for people to latch onto a person that lives in a “happy nice” world than it is for someone who is lit up by less accessible issues.

I came across a Twitter thread that asked for people to name their top 5 most “valuable and important” women in design. A friend had nominated me for this category. Now, MOST people would look at this, feel warm and fuzzy, say thanks, maybe nominate a few women that came to mind for them, be happy that women in design were being raised up, and go eat a sandwich.

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I met him on a Monday night, indulging in some major mezcal escapism. He was a bit older, maybe late thirties, early fourties...

Watch the video from my storytelling workshop showcase.

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Sharing diverse perspectives is a privilege, not a chore.

Coming up in my early career in New York City meant design industry was infused into my bloodstream. Art Directors Club, Type Directors Club, AIGA, various co-working spaces, conferences, art schools, etc. were available to me as I “found myself” (or tried to) as a young designer (letterer/illustrator). Part of this was a blessing.

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When I was home over Thanksgiving, I knew I would be facing difficult parents & family members in terms of politics.

Mom voted for Hill, but doesn’t consider herself “very political” and doesn’t exactly understand deeper concepts of societal constructs, etc. so she’s able to love and live with my Stepdad who voted for Trump and has a history of imposing his point of view on others and not taking others’ feelings seriously (you know the type).

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My real wish for you this holiday is to Be Well. Not to be confused with the sentiment of the infamous email sign off: I hope you’re well!

Every year since I graduated college, I’ve sent out self-designed holiday cards. They were never typical as “Happy Holidays!” never seemed to accurately express what I wanted to say or be enough. But this year, with the state this world is in, it definitely didn’t seem to be enough. So I sat down & wrote The Holiday Card I Really Want To Send.

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I’m floating and not sure where I am. But that’s fucking dumb, because I’ve been in the same spot for months.

My boss calls me into his office. I pop up from my desk, turn just around the corner, and flatten my crinkled sweater from sitting all morning before I step in. He’s sitting in his chair, eyes glued to the computer screen, but it feels like he could launch into outer space at any moment.

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Sharing personal parts of yourself will never be a) easy or b) accepted by everyone.

A few years ago, I fell in love for the first time. I was living in Brooklyn, NY and he lived in Austin, TX. As is the case with many long distance, star-crossed loves, it was an emotional roller coaster of a grey area relationship that inevitably ended in the most bloody crash and burn disaster of the heart I had ever experienced.

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