Thoughts

On erasure, appropriation, and beginning my journey to reconnect with my lineage I remember the first time I really thought about my heritage. I was in elementary school and I remember being curious about an old wooden trunk that had always sat in a nook of our house. My dad explained that that trunk belonged to his side of the family who had come over from Sweden to the United States in the 1800s. The trunk was weathered but not beaten, with shiny gold latches and a leather

How I worked with poetry as a bridge to my inner world and thoughts on how to start your own writing journey Like being outside in nature, writing has always been a refuge for me. It’s an open, judgement free space where I can get curious about my inner world and be able to share emotions and experiences that feel hard to navigate through logical processes. This is the beauty of creativity- it allows you to access things from a different perspective and allow through thoughts