I created this space, with the help of many amazing and talented people, with the intention of offering comfort in a chaotic and difficult world. Where we could celebrate what we love, share stories, and connect.

But comfort doesn’t mean avoiding hard truths. It means feeling safe enough to tell them. If you’re not into that, this is the time to click away. Go look at Pinterest or cat memes or something.

I can’t tell you how many times I and the rest of my staff get told to stay in our lane. Stick to being positive. Tell more coffee jokes. Be uplifting. It surprises me how many women (why is it always women who try to hush down other women?) need to write and tell me how much I’ve disappointed them because I expressed an opinion or published a piece that challenges their worldview, and how sorry they are to be unfollowing, unliking, unwhatevering. They’re not, really; they just need to make sure I hear the door when they slam it. That I understand what I did wrong. It’s not enough that they disagree, I need to be shamed. It’s too bad, really, that I’ve turned out to be the way that I am: a complicated, outspoken, brown, Native, minority woman who has been shaped by her experiences in this imperfect society. Tsk, tsk.

I’m trying to give myself compassion and the bad voices fewer fucks. I’m trying to be real, because cramming myself into other people’s expectations is more uncomfortable than a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans.

This is never going to be an edgy, hard-nosed, political platform – there are plenty of those out there and they are important. But this is where we tell stories that need to be heard.

 

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If I could go back in time, here’s what I would say to my little-girl self:

Dear little brown girl who never sees herself in reflections,

In 2016, a reality TV star will become President. Nazis will be marching in the streets. The government will take breastfeeding babies from the arms of their mothers who fled violence and will put them in cages. Old men will try to take away your right to decide what happens inside your own body. Half the country will be so frightened that they’ll want to build a wall to keep out more brown people.

But also: You will rise up. Children who hid under their desks to escape a gunman will lead a rebellion. Women will run for office and win. Concerned citizens will donate money and go door to door and send letters and make phone calls and plan. A lot of ugliness will be revealed – the kind of ugliness that is usually invisible except to the ones on the edges, the ones who never counted. And that will be a good thing, because you can’t fight what you can’t see.

It’s going to be really hard. And scary. People who never had to think about these hard things before are going to be uncomfortable. Some of them will brush it aside because it will hurt too much if they admit this is real. But others are going to dig in and do the work. They will stand shoulder to shoulder with people of the edges. It will be clumsy, because we’ll be learning new ways of seeing and hearing each other, but beginnings are like that.

Hold on to your stubbornness and your crystal-clear sense of right and wrong that gets contradicted every time you look around. Hold on to your sassy mouth (that just means you speak up when other people don’t want you to) and your open heart. Be ready.

 

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There’s so much yet to be done. And we’re tired. But we, the ones in the margins, know all about surviving. We know how to wait and work and thrive. Now more than ever, we must remember that we belong to each other.

Love,

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