Have you ever wonder who reads my posts before they go public? Who listens to nascent blog ideas when they’re in the word-vomit stage? On this one year blogiversary, I would be remiss if I did not publicly thank two of my friends who are also my editors. The Part-Time Diary would not exist without them. Or, it might exist, but with more excessive semi-colons, half-finished ideas, and IDEAS IN ALL CAPS THAT I WRITE TO MYSELF AS NOTES AND WOULD FORGET TO DELETE IF SOMEONE DIDN’T TELL ME TO.
(see? that sentence ends in a preposition. Too bad I can’t run my post about my editors by my editors).
I have to state the obvious: the capitalist, misogynist, racist, transphobic, xenophobic, ableist, elitist state did not originate with Donald Trump.
Instead, activist organizations have been working for years to eradicate injustice in the world. Some of you have seen Jezebel’s comprehensive list of organizations that need your support.
I’d like to highlight some non-profits that I have personally donated to you may have overlooked. Smaller local non-profits need your love and your dollars. If you are able to, I hope you consider making a donation today, and truly putting your money where your mouth is.
Like many great ideas, it started in a bar. On a sultry evening in July, I gathered with three of my friends from college at a dive bar in the East Village. As we traded work experiences, campus gossip, and various cheap cocktails, my friend Allie breathlessly sang the praises of an astrologer she had visited earlier in the month.
“I walked in to Deborah’s apartment, and she looked me up and down and said, ‘Well, aren’t you in need of guidance!'” she reported. “And I said, ‘You’re right, I am! Her session changed my life. My sister even visits her weekly.”
It was all the persuasion I needed to book a session with Deborah the astrologer. In that moment of a long and underwhelming summer, I too was in need of guidance. I had left Boston with a year of teaching experience, a job offer, and a clean slate awaiting me in August. I had also experienced a short relationship that left me pondering about what I really needed and wanted in a partner. All I desired was some reassurance: was I going the right way? And why did I insist on falling in love with men who already had girlfriends?
Anything tagged “Para Mí y Para Tí” is exactly that: for me as well as for you. These are my personal essays that I think have something of value to others – strategies you can copy, thinking you can try, a challenge to better your life.