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Author: KarliJanay
You may check your privilege at the door, I do my best to check my own. She/Her/Hers.
if violence is never the answer, then why was it the question?
burn it down. what is not for us is against us. what does not want us cannot defend us. what does not see us cannot protect us. what does not believe us cannot free us. burn it down. what does not kill us makes us stronger angry. sad. scared. frustrated. demoralized. what does not kill…
Growth and Change
As I sit here writing this, it seems fairly obvious that this was coming. I started my blog several years ago, and it’s been a bit ‘stop-and-go, uphill-downhill’. Not because I don’t have things to say–I always have things to say. But I started this blog as a way to write about my activism….
Fireflies: because swimming isn’t the only thing that can be synchronized
I know, I know, it’s not very punny. But this year I got to visit the fireflies twice! (These photos are from the first trip. I’m very lucky to have friends who follow me up on my shenanigans!) While I don’t have any photos of the fireflies themselves, Brooke and I had a little fun…
Time to leave, not yet ready to go–A bucket list
Columbia is and will always be home. The people. The sights. The sounds. The community that’s been behind me every step of the way. There are so many incredible things about home that I know cannot be emulated or duplicated anywhere. And yet, my time here is coming to a close. In April I finally…
I see you: International Women’s Day 2018
I spend a lot of time talking about the women in my life on an everyday basis who are doing incredible, powerful things. I’ve been fortunate to learn from some of the amazing difference makers, story tellers, lamp-bearers, and activists. But one of the women who has made the biggest difference in my activism journey…
15 Going on Fat: A Tale of Two Dresses
The store was unusually dark, but it was just lit enough for me to see rows and rows of beautiful dresses. I was just weeks away from turning 16. I had a cake, a venue, invitations, everything I needed but a dress. My mother (who swears I was the birthday version of a Bridezilla) and…
I was wrong.
A few weeks ago I wrote that I didn’t want to be invited to any more vigils. That I was tired of them. That I wanted action. Fast forward to 45’s announcement that he wanted to do away with DACA. I thought about all the people in my life who might end up hundreds or…
What we want.
Just know that years from now, when the history books tell this story, you’ll be the people in the picture yelling at the Little Rock 9 to go home. The photos of rope lynchings, will be juxtaposed by videos of the beatings of protestors fighting for their lives…
Don’t Invite Me to Your Vigil: A thought
When we were mourning the death of Trayvon Martin it was appropriate. By the time we got to Michael Brown’s death, I was over vigils…
My Blackness Does Not Wash Off At Night 