Category: Reflection
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The name comes from a poem my mother wrote when I was nine years old. I was the kid who didn’t fit—bright, curious, restless, full of questions no one was asking. Biracial at a time when that wasn’t common in Texas. More than anything, a force to be reckoned with before anyone knew what to…
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The Essence of Individuality We are taught early on how to smooth our edges, to fit into systems, expectations, and definitions that make other people comfortable. I became pretty good at this myself over time. But as I’ve matured, I’ve learned that being a “square peg” isn’t about refusing to fit in; it’s about noticing…