How to be Unapologetically Authentic without being a Dick

Growing up my nickname was Mรจt Peyi. Loosely translated as โ€œMaster of the Countryโ€, it was often meant to designate a child too big for her britches, who called out adults on their bullshit, who had no qualms about telling the impolite truth, a โ€œtowoโ€, a bull, lacking grace, devoid of charm. As time passed, … Continue reading How to be Unapologetically Authentic without being a Dick →

Code Switching: Social Survival or Cultural Suicide

We raise children and tell them to look around the world. Everything that the light touches could be theirs. What we willfully neglect to tell them is that theyโ€™ll never access these lands by being themselves. Imagine a bedtime story from Mom: โ€œAnd the princess lived the rest of her life worried whether her hair … Continue reading Code Switching: Social Survival or Cultural Suicide →