The 8 essays I'm proud to have written in 2020

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You can now find me on Substack and Medium. I'll be keeping this blog up to look back and see my old work. 

It's been one hell of a year. 

I want to end it by starting this space. Something new. Something uncensored.

I am a columnist for a rural paper in Ohio, an author who published her book in a pandemic summer, and a frustrated poet. 

I'm glad you're here. But don't come back if you can't handle some spicy words.

See you 2020, let's do something new.


Here are eight pieces I'm particularly proud to have written in 2020:

It's only a virus, they said

Taking a knee for an injured world

Inconvenience in the time of pandemic

10 Commandments for tackling racism

Redifining the word 'freedom'

Spiraling down the conspiratorial rabbit hole

A distraction to what ails us is never the cure

Faith over fear is nothing if we're not wise



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