Violence + Addiction

"Don't raise your voice to me like I'm you're fucking child!" *Cringe* Ah, hell. My mother would've slapped me on my mouth had she heard me speak to my elders in such a fashion - my grandmother would've thrown her shoe. I had a fleeting, mid-tirade, thought - "this isn't who I am." In retrospect …

Like a Firefly Without a Light…

The sentiment is rarely articulated - by either the guests or the workers - but everyone who has stepped foot under the roof of that shelter understands what it means to be homeless. You don't matter. Your opinions, your struggles and most importantly, your life. None of it counts because you contribute nothing to the …

The Cliche Question of Every College Student (Regardless of Age!)

Who am I? There are many fashions in which to answer this question - nearly all of them are utterly superficial; I am a student, a Catholic Worker, unmarried, female, white, tattooed. All of these mean nothing because they are mutable, transitory, subject to change by my own mere whimsical fancy. To authentically answer this …