I wanted to quit, to move back to what I knew because the unknown was actually too scary.
Who will remember me when I am gone? Will my stories exist beyond my life? And what about the things we already forgot?
Being good at working hard felt like a tired routine. Being polite was starting to grate.
Because it’s still more acceptable for white women than it is for women of color to show anger, I scream-sing along to Courtney Love’s rage.