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119 17th. Street, Homestead, PA.
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My great-grandparents house where I spent many summers as a child. The house that  my grandma grew up in, and older generations before me laid their head down for their final rest.
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This house could tell so many stories that I'll never get tired of listening to.
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#roadtrip #pittsburgh #homestead
119 17th. Street, Homestead, PA. 〰 My great-grandparents house where I spent many summers as a child. The house that my grandma grew up in, and older generations before me laid their head down for their final rest. 〰 This house could tell so many stories that I'll never get tired of listening to. . . . #roadtrip  #pittsburgh  #homestead 
Each night we had in Pittsburgh, we spent at Voodoo Brewery in the borough of Homestead, where my family (proudly) hails from.
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This space was originally the Homestead  Fire Department, and before that, the police station. My uncle was a former police chief for Homestead and at one time, his office was in this building. .
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#roadtrip #pittsburgh #homestead #voodoobrewery #voodoobreweryhomestead
Each night we had in Pittsburgh, we spent at Voodoo Brewery in the borough of Homestead, where my family (proudly) hails from. 〰 This space was originally the Homestead Fire Department, and before that, the police station. My uncle was a former police chief for Homestead and at one time, his office was in this building. . . . #roadtrip  #pittsburgh  #homestead  #voodoobrewery  #voodoobreweryhomestead 
Was able to stop in the preciously pink @redhawkcoffee in Oakland yesterday. I enjoyed my Caramel Latte during a surprise (and intense!) rain/hail storm.
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But I am sad to report that I wasn't able to taste their Vietnamese Cold Brew. We took it to go and I placed it in my uncle's fridge when we got to their house. And guess who forgot to grab it before we left? Yeah, me. 😓😫😭
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#roadtrip #pittsburgh #oakland #coffee
Was able to stop in the preciously pink @redhawkcoffee in Oakland yesterday. I enjoyed my Caramel Latte during a surprise (and intense!) rain/hail storm. 〰 But I am sad to report that I wasn't able to taste their Vietnamese Cold Brew. We took it to go and I placed it in my uncle's fridge when we got to their house. And guess who forgot to grab it before we left? Yeah, me. 😓😫😭 . . . #roadtrip  #pittsburgh  #oakland  #coffee 
Jason is his element.
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Also this space is amazing.
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#roadtrip #pittsburgh #polishhill
Fulfilling nostalgic childhood memories from my summers in Pittsburgh - KENNYWOOD!!!!!🎢🎠🎡
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I should have taken so many more photos. This is a historic park that opened up in 1898. The Carousel in the second picture is from 1926 and still uses its original Wurlitzer.
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This is also the same amusement park that was used in the film Adventureland. It's truly a magical place.
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#roadtrip #pittsburgh #westmifflin #kennywood #kennywoodpark
Fulfilling nostalgic childhood memories from my summers in Pittsburgh - KENNYWOOD!!!!!🎢🎠🎡 〰 I should have taken so many more photos. This is a historic park that opened up in 1898. The Carousel in the second picture is from 1926 and still uses its original Wurlitzer. 〰 This is also the same amusement park that was used in the film Adventureland. It's truly a magical place. . . . #roadtrip  #pittsburgh  #westmifflin  #kennywood  #kennywoodpark 
First time visiting Fallingwater. It was quite peaceful and I loved being able to take it all in alongside my grandparents and cousin.
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Of course, my grandma asked the burning question on all our minds during our guided tour: "So how many mysterious deaths happened here? Where are the bodies?"
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(Which reminds me just how alike we are!) 🤣
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#roadtrip #fallingwater #franklloydwright #pennsylvania
First time visiting Fallingwater. It was quite peaceful and I loved being able to take it all in alongside my grandparents and cousin. 〰 Of course, my grandma asked the burning question on all our minds during our guided tour: "So how many mysterious deaths happened here? Where are the bodies?" 〰 (Which reminds me just how alike we are!) 🤣 . . . #roadtrip  #fallingwater  #franklloydwright  #pennsylvania 
Now six years into graduate school, I have come to slowly recognize that I am surrounded by a culture of silence. That it is better to bury your head in the sand, go with the flow, and don't rock the boat. That speaking up and being radical can snuff out your career before you graduate. That in order to earn tenure, you must follow the same sets of rules and guidelines that have been set before you. That if someone else did it, you can certainly do it, too. And if you can't, then you weren't cut out for the job in the first place.
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This culture of silence translates to a culture of consent. Over the past few months, my outspokenness has been challenged. I'm sad to say that in some ways, it's waivered. I no longer feel confident in speaking up; too worried about making a mistake, sounding stupid, being misunderstood, or that I don't really know what I'm talking about. That somebody else can say it better than me. This has caused me to retreat into silence at times and do nothing. As a white woman, sitting in my silence and doing nothing while people of color; immigrants; gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender folk; and the mentally ill and disabled are continually oppressed drastically displays my privilege. My white silence equals my white consent.
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I MUST SPEAK UP BECAUSE I DO NOT CONSENT TO RACISM, SEXISM, CLASSISM, BIGOTRY, AND HATE.
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This is not a conclusion I have come to in the wake of Charlottesville. I have known this for quite some time. However, the hoods of white supremacy have come off. Literally. They are no longer scared to show their faces because our current political climate has openly given them permission to hate..
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I speak up today because my outspokenness is back in full force and I urge other white people to break their silence. While we do not have the same lived experiences of people of color, it is NOT their responsibility to teach us how to talk about race, the fact that racism is alive and well, and has been for a long time. That people of color have been systematically carrying this burden for far too long that they never should have had to carry in the first place.
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This is on us, White People. Break your silence and speak out.
Now six years into graduate school, I have come to slowly recognize that I am surrounded by a culture of silence. That it is better to bury your head in the sand, go with the flow, and don't rock the boat. That speaking up and being radical can snuff out your career before you graduate. That in order to earn tenure, you must follow the same sets of rules and guidelines that have been set before you. That if someone else did it, you can certainly do it, too. And if you can't, then you weren't cut out for the job in the first place. 〰 This culture of silence translates to a culture of consent. Over the past few months, my outspokenness has been challenged. I'm sad to say that in some ways, it's waivered. I no longer feel confident in speaking up; too worried about making a mistake, sounding stupid, being misunderstood, or that I don't really know what I'm talking about. That somebody else can say it better than me. This has caused me to retreat into silence at times and do nothing. As a white woman, sitting in my silence and doing nothing while people of color; immigrants; gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender folk; and the mentally ill and disabled are continually oppressed drastically displays my privilege. My white silence equals my white consent. 〰 I MUST SPEAK UP BECAUSE I DO NOT CONSENT TO RACISM, SEXISM, CLASSISM, BIGOTRY, AND HATE. 〰 This is not a conclusion I have come to in the wake of Charlottesville. I have known this for quite some time. However, the hoods of white supremacy have come off. Literally. They are no longer scared to show their faces because our current political climate has openly given them permission to hate.. 〰 I speak up today because my outspokenness is back in full force and I urge other white people to break their silence. While we do not have the same lived experiences of people of color, it is NOT their responsibility to teach us how to talk about race, the fact that racism is alive and well, and has been for a long time. That people of color have been systematically carrying this burden for far too long that they never should have had to carry in the first place. 〰 This is on us, White People. Break your silence and speak out.
I've always been outspoken. It's one of the words that people tend to use to describe me when they first meet me. Since a young age, I've never had a problem speaking up, sharing what is on my mind, or verbally standing up for myself or someone else in need. I grew up attending Amnesty International meetings with my mom on the weekends, and regularly marching in protests against the death penalty, prisoners of conscience, and other social justice causes.
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My outspokenness stayed with me into my adolescence and early adulthood. The 2000 election was a pivotal moment for me, and once George W. Bush was declared our President over Al Gore (who overwhelmingly won the popular vote), I found myself constantly challenging my high school government teacher and some of my fellow students who were more excited that our Governor was now going to be President without questioning his policies.
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This outspokenness also nearly led me to my first physical altercation when another student thought I was "talking shit" about her when I really wanted us to have an open dialogue about our political beliefs. She being much taller than me, I remember placing her hand directly in front of my face so she didn't have to look at me or pay attention to what I was saying. Unnerved, I slapped her hand away and spoke up.
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My outspokenness continued when I attended college. Majoring in criminal justice, I remember not having many friends in my discipline because I was known as the "Crazy Liberal Girl." Yet, I also remember that during our lectures and classroom discussion, hardly any other students would challenge the material we were learning, speak their mind or share their opinions, or offer innovative approaches to criminal justice. Sometimes I could feel the collective eye roll happening behind me each time I opened my mouth. Luckily, my professors listened and encouraged me to keep talking. They did not want me to stay silent when others did.
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(Continued in another post because I have a lot to say.)
I've always been outspoken. It's one of the words that people tend to use to describe me when they first meet me. Since a young age, I've never had a problem speaking up, sharing what is on my mind, or verbally standing up for myself or someone else in need. I grew up attending Amnesty International meetings with my mom on the weekends, and regularly marching in protests against the death penalty, prisoners of conscience, and other social justice causes. 〰 My outspokenness stayed with me into my adolescence and early adulthood. The 2000 election was a pivotal moment for me, and once George W. Bush was declared our President over Al Gore (who overwhelmingly won the popular vote), I found myself constantly challenging my high school government teacher and some of my fellow students who were more excited that our Governor was now going to be President without questioning his policies. 〰 This outspokenness also nearly led me to my first physical altercation when another student thought I was "talking shit" about her when I really wanted us to have an open dialogue about our political beliefs. She being much taller than me, I remember placing her hand directly in front of my face so she didn't have to look at me or pay attention to what I was saying. Unnerved, I slapped her hand away and spoke up. 〰 My outspokenness continued when I attended college. Majoring in criminal justice, I remember not having many friends in my discipline because I was known as the "Crazy Liberal Girl." Yet, I also remember that during our lectures and classroom discussion, hardly any other students would challenge the material we were learning, speak their mind or share their opinions, or offer innovative approaches to criminal justice. Sometimes I could feel the collective eye roll happening behind me each time I opened my mouth. Luckily, my professors listened and encouraged me to keep talking. They did not want me to stay silent when others did. 〰 (Continued in another post because I have a lot to say.)
I hear you, I see you, I love you all, and I stand with you in solidarity against white supremacy and the patriarchy.
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Art by @jessica_lanyadoo.
I hear you, I see you, I love you all, and I stand with you in solidarity against white supremacy and the patriarchy. 〰 Art by @jessica_lanyadoo.
I feel like it's been awhile since I've checked in with other graduate students and shared with you where I currently am in my program, what I've been up to, and advice on how I try to balance it all. When I started this account, I had organized ideas about how to use this space, the zines I wanted to make, how to translate this space to a website, and eventually start a podcast.
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Instead of putting the work in and making these creative outlets happen, I have found myself stuck in this stagnant routine over the past few months. Instead of sitting down, focusing, and getting shit done, I find little ways to distract myself by reading the same time-wasting websites, doing a "quick" clean of the house, and staring off into space more often than I'd like. At this point, it feels like I'm simply going through the motions.
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I've known this about myself for the past couple of months and I'm really, really tired of it. I've tried to make changes and form new habits, and while I've had some really awesome productive days, I tend to fall back into my old habits and the stagnancy returns. Before I know it, weeks have gone by and the deadline of when I wanted to have a project drafted or done has long passed. I am afforded the privilege of time and flexible schedule as a graduate student, and I feel like I have taken it for granted for far too long.
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Pulling the Five of Pentacles (reversed) this morning was reassuring. (Not all reversed tarot cards are inherently negative). In tune with my frustrations, this card basically calls out my bullshit, but recognizes that I no longer wish to subscribe to this stagnant routine or disrespect the time I have been given. In short, it's time to change and I need to put the hard work in if I want to be the change I seek. By (re)committing to certain practices every day, I can at least start shifting my habits and form a more positive and fulfilling routine to finally suss out the old. (And get those zines and website created, too!).
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#phdbalance #selflove #selfcare #selfloveisthebestlove #selfcareissacred #loveyourself #routine #ritual #tarot #altar #goddess #goddessmoon #moonphases #moonmagic #waningmoon
I feel like it's been awhile since I've checked in with other graduate students and shared with you where I currently am in my program, what I've been up to, and advice on how I try to balance it all. When I started this account, I had organized ideas about how to use this space, the zines I wanted to make, how to translate this space to a website, and eventually start a podcast. 〰 Instead of putting the work in and making these creative outlets happen, I have found myself stuck in this stagnant routine over the past few months. Instead of sitting down, focusing, and getting shit done, I find little ways to distract myself by reading the same time-wasting websites, doing a "quick" clean of the house, and staring off into space more often than I'd like. At this point, it feels like I'm simply going through the motions. 〰 I've known this about myself for the past couple of months and I'm really, really tired of it. I've tried to make changes and form new habits, and while I've had some really awesome productive days, I tend to fall back into my old habits and the stagnancy returns. Before I know it, weeks have gone by and the deadline of when I wanted to have a project drafted or done has long passed. I am afforded the privilege of time and flexible schedule as a graduate student, and I feel like I have taken it for granted for far too long. 〰 Pulling the Five of Pentacles (reversed) this morning was reassuring. (Not all reversed tarot cards are inherently negative). In tune with my frustrations, this card basically calls out my bullshit, but recognizes that I no longer wish to subscribe to this stagnant routine or disrespect the time I have been given. In short, it's time to change and I need to put the hard work in if I want to be the change I seek. By (re)committing to certain practices every day, I can at least start shifting my habits and form a more positive and fulfilling routine to finally suss out the old. (And get those zines and website created, too!). . . . #phdbalance  #selflove  #selfcare  #selfloveisthebestlove  #selfcareissacred  #loveyourself  #routine  #ritual  #tarot  #altar  #goddess  #goddessmoon  #moonphases  #moonmagic  #waningmoon 
It's Friday night and we're checking out a new ice cream place. 🍦👫🌭
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#summer #lovelansing
It's Friday night and we're checking out a new ice cream place. 🍦👫🌭 . . . #summer  #lovelansing 
In the midst of cramming for the fall semester, my new favorite hobby is to forage local flowers and arrange them into bouquets on my dining room table. 💐
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It sure beats facing the cold reality of how much I have left to do and how far behind I am already. 🤦🏼‍♀️
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#phdbalance #phd #phdlife #iamaphdstudentandiknowit #gradstudent #gradschool #gradschoolproblems #gradschoollife #academia #academiclife #masters #doctorate #thesis #dissertation
Grabbing a quick bite before heading back to Michigan. Thanks, Chicago, you've been great.
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And thank you to @blackoaktattoo  and @dreamscaping for hosting us over the past 24 hours.
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(Pictured here is a 7 Spice Coconut Key Lime Latte from @arborprojects.)
Grabbing a quick bite before heading back to Michigan. Thanks, Chicago, you've been great. 〰 And thank you to @blackoaktattoo and @dreamscaping for hosting us over the past 24 hours. 〰 (Pictured here is a 7 Spice Coconut Key Lime Latte from @arborprojects.)
Hanging out with @lillyanchor for the afternoon.
Hanging out with @lillyanchor for the afternoon.
Rosie in action on her first camping trip!
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Moments include her chilling in the lush grass at our camp site // Helping Jason break up sticks for the fire pit // Wading in the Au Sable River // Taking a well deserved snooze // And hiking 3 miles of the Hoist Lakes Foot Path Trails.
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Good dog, Rosie. 💕
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#camping #ausableriver #huronmanisteenationalforest #puremichigan #dogsofinstagram #labsofinstagram #labrador #labmix #rosiegram
Another favorite thing about camping ... S'MORES! 😋
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#summer #camping #ausableriver #huronmanisteenationalforest #puremichigan
Some of my favorite things to do while camping including reading books on a blanket and journaling about what I saw on my forest hikes or the various activities we did throughout the day.
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Over the weekend, I remember finishing up an article in @taprootmag and struggling to go on to the next because I fell asleep under the warm summer sun..
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I love fall and am excited for its return, but these are also the moments I never want summer (or my camping trip) to end.
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#summer #camping #ausableriver #huronmanisteenationalforest #puremichigan
Some of my favorite things to do while camping including reading books on a blanket and journaling about what I saw on my forest hikes or the various activities we did throughout the day. 〰 Over the weekend, I remember finishing up an article in @taprootmag and struggling to go on to the next because I fell asleep under the warm summer sun.. 〰 I love fall and am excited for its return, but these are also the moments I never want summer (or my camping trip) to end. . . . #summer  #camping  #ausableriver  #huronmanisteenationalforest  #puremichigan 
This past weekend was also the first time I was able to use my Irish linen bread bag that was gifted to me by mother a few weeks go for my birthday..
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Who knew linen was also good at keeping breads fresh, soft, and moist?! I baked a loaf of our favorite homemade bread - Rosemary Sea Salt - and enjoyed every delicious, doughy soft bite. .
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#goodmorning #camping #ausableriver #huronmanisteenationalforest #puremichigan #naturalfibers #linen #irishlinen #herbs #herbalist #kitchenwitch #rosemary
This past weekend was also the first time I was able to use my Irish linen bread bag that was gifted to me by mother a few weeks go for my birthday.. 〰 Who knew linen was also good at keeping breads fresh, soft, and moist?! I baked a loaf of our favorite homemade bread - Rosemary Sea Salt - and enjoyed every delicious, doughy soft bite. . . . #goodmorning  #camping  #ausableriver  #huronmanisteenationalforest  #puremichigan  #naturalfibers  #linen  #irishlinen  #herbs  #herbalist  #kitchenwitch  #rosemary