
The Black Hair Tax: No Breaks for Black Women Who Want to Avoid Breakage

Tarot and My Early 20s: Navigating Graduating from a STEM Subject and Wanting Nothing to do with Science
Tarot is a thread that has woven my early twenties together. While it is not fortune telling, it is a useful tool for accessing our own subconscious and viewing situations in a new light. When I bought a one-way ticket to the US, my beat-up tarot deck came with me. When I took jobs and quit them, restarted my career, the tarot chimed in…

Trials and Errors: The Chaos of Being in Your Early Twenties
My whole plan – or rather, lack thereof – sounded just like the adventurous stories I had spent my life absorbing. I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t a major factor in my decision-making. I have always had a tendency to pursue things purely for the anecdote it will become…

‘Trauma Doesn’t Always Have to be Ugly. It Can be Beautiful. Decorative’: Tattoos as a Form of Power and Healing
I found a Black tattoo artist in a Black studio and went on my own to do the single most life-changing act of my late 20s. And oddly enough, what I felt during that first session wasn’t pain (it didn’t hurt that much) or regret (the experience was so affirming; I will never forget listening to old school R&B and feeling tender, careful hands trace lines of ink into the back of my calf). What I did feel was air. For the first time in a long time, I felt myself breathe…