This was a short myth-dispelling fact sheet I put together for ACLU distribution.

Originally I hadn’t cared that we didn’t cast an understudy. Smaller community college theaters didn’t have enough people to cast an entire ensemble, much less understudies for the main cast. We did what we could with what we had. With those facts in mind, I just knew that I couldn’t get sick for one particular week in March.

So, of course, I threw up over five times that week.

Our performing arts building was — per usual for that part of Mississippi — small. Classrooms usually reserved for pu

A PR story I wrote for local newspaper publishing

“Do you think I might have ADHD?”

My roommate whirled around in her chair.

“One hundred percent, absolutely, I do,” she told me with zero hesitation and not even a hint of a smile on her face.

For a moment, I was so shocked that I didn’t say anything else. I’m sure my eyes were as wide as saucers as I stared back at her, questioning her confidence in my mental health. It wasn’t like it would be out of left field, unthought-of news to me. There was a reason that I had asked, after all. And the

When I was a teenager, I attended a four-day-long leadership camp intended to prepare me for a leadership role in my high school marching band. Throughout the multiple years I went to this camp, there was always one project I looked forward to each year, and it was always held on the last day.

On the third day of camp, the teacher in charge (one of my former band directors, actually) told us that the next day we would need to bring magazines. He told us that he preferred them to be magazines we