America is Sick & So Am I

Every two months, they put me on a new medicine. Every two months, my body freaks out, adjusts, attempts to align. Every two months, for the past year and a half, I get a blood test that tells me the same news: Nope, not healthy yet. Not normal yet. This is not over yet. Try again. And again. And again.

Every few months, there’s a new name in the news. Every few months, we go through this process: shock, outrage, he-said-she-said, a call for justice, an attempt at justice. Every few months, we see another man “fall” (is that what happens, when they get multi-million dollar early retirement plans?). Every few months, we have to live through shocking headlines, heartbreaking stories. Every few months, women across the country are re-traumatized for the hope of half a step of progress forward. And again. And again. And again.

I’m tired and once again not sleeping and it’s been so dang long of on-and-off insomnia. I’m tired and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing I can do to make it stop. Just hoping the next cycle brings healing. Just hoping the next cycle brings change.

We’re tired and we’re exhausted and we don’t know what else to do. We’ve voted and we marched and yet still this? Still no change? We’ve done all we can do – and it makes you wonder if we can do anything at all. Can we ever stop this? Can we change anything? Read More

Dressember 2: Sick Days & Slavery

For the month of December – in honor of Dressember – I’ll be blogging everyday! Thoughts on anything from fighting for justice to feminism, from dresses I’m wearing to books I’m reading, and everything in between. 

I get sick a lot. Like, a lot. So much so that sometimes when I mention I’m not feeling well or I was sick recently, some of my students roll their eyes. “Seriously? You’re ALWAYS sick, Krysti…” Ya, I’ve noticed.

Since I work at home, sick days are interesting. An overachiever at heart, I can’t bear to just sit around and do nothing – especially when my office is in full view from my couch. I typically work half days, or three fourth days, or send emails from my couch while wrapped in a blanket. But today was different. Today was completely-slept-through-my-alarm, couldn’t-sit-up-till-10-am, had-to-cancel-my-dentist-appointment sick. Okay, I still checked my email. But other than that, it’s been Netflix in between naps, only getting up to fill my water bottle. Doesn’t sound fun, right? Yet I realized today how lucky I am to be able to take a sick day.  Read More