Category: Roots & Remnants
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A Love Letter to My Lingering Linguistic Trauma There are breakups you walk away from with a box of old hoodies, a regret or two, maybe a Spotify playlist you pretend you don’t miss…and then there are the ones that leave you flinching at random words like you’re being hunted by a rogue Scrabble tile.…
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Or: I Fed ChatGPT My Top 5 Lists and It Read Me for Filth So, after dropping my last two Music Monday blogs into ChatGPT—the ones where I lovingly gushed about my top five female-fronted bands and my top five male-fronted bands — the machine looked at the evidence and basically said: “Oh, babe… you…
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🚨 The Night Everything Crashed Ironically, we had just left the ER. I was dealing with the worst period cramps of my life—pain so blinding it felt like white noise behind my eyes. They drugged me up, and we were finally headed home. Thankfully, my mom had the girls. Since she hadn’t gotten to the…
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The Holidays That Built Me Growing up, holidays were stitched together with memory and magic—and more ham than any one family could possibly justify. Some traditions were loud and proud (cue the turkey coma), while others whispered quietly through the years—like a green glass pickle hidden among Christmas lights, waiting for sharp little eyes to…
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Unlike the chaos of choosing my female-fronted Ghoul Squad, this list came together like a clean tarot spread—five cards, five energies, zero hesitation. These are the men (and one ginger demigod) who have narrated entire chapters of my life. 1. AJR: The Unexpected Obsession I met AJR in the most mundane way possible—Pandora shuffle while…
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There’s something sacred—borderline alchemical—about women who step up to a mic and unleash something primal. The kind of vocals that rattle ribs, resurrect teenage fire, and remind you you’re not losing your mind…just finally hearing it echoed back. 1. Halestorm: My North Star of Noise Halestorm quietly climbed their way into my #1 slot back…
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The Matriarch Who Defied the Law to Protect Women If rebellion runs in my blood, Lucia is where it started. Born in Italy on December 13, 1872, she grew up in a country where women’s education was rare but not impossible. In fact, Italy was one of the first nations to allow women to study…