We all have different personal histories with feminism. I reflect on how and why “feminist” first become a word that described me, as well as the shortcomings of the various traditions to which I initially ascribed. How much learning — and unlearning — does a truly just and inclusive feminism require? And are we up for the challenge?

After a long hard year, I contemplate the lives of my ancestors and the lessons they have to teach me, asking: What might it mean to acknowledge that we are here thanks to them? What might it look like to do right by that debt? What might it feel like to be rooted in this world through them?

In the wake of a still ongoing national reckoning with the sins of our past, I reflect on where I started and how far I’ve come in my thinking when it comes to diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI). After a summer of soul-searching, I’ve decided that I choose transformation over the status quo, courage over cowardice, real justice over DEI.

As I reflect on what it means to have an audience, I wonder how my identity, my very self, translates to “the public.” How do my identities shape my voice and thus the ways in which people connect with what I’m saying – or fail to?

In the world of theater, television, and film media, what does “diverse representation” accomplish, what does it require, and is it even a worthwhile goal?

Recent controversies in the world of fiction cause me to wonder about  the fine line between uplifting someone’s story and usurping someone’s voice. When it comes to storytelling, who “gets” to tell whose story, and who decides?