Long Live Outrage (Until Something Else Pisses Us Off)

A Washington, D.C. Breonna Taylor Protest, 2020 (author's archives) Outrage Is the New American Pastime Baseball is too slow, football is too violent, and TikTok doesn’t scratch the itch like a Twitter pile-on. In modern America, why discuss when we can perform. ⸻ I’ve always been politically engaged. In high school, I co-founded a club …

New Year, New Me… yadda yadda yadda

New Year Baby Ferrell Every year begins the same way: a chorus of “New Year, New Me” echoes across social media feeds, accompanied by lofty resolutions and ambitious plans. But let’s be honest —  resolutions often feel like the calendar’s equivalent of overpromising and underdelivering. They’re vague, overly ambitious, and about as enjoyable as a …

Navigating Grief: My Journey After Losing Dad

My dad died this Christmas week. I had not seen him in some time. But in our last conversation, back in 2023, I told him a few simple truths: that I am happy in this life, that I love him, and that I’m grateful to still be making him proud. Those words were true when …

Rebels With A Costly Cause

As we pool party and grill while waving our mini American flags, let’s remember our Founding Fathers: George Washington: The OG influencer. He’d have an Instagram account with pics from Mount Vernon and a bio that says, “First President & First American Badass- Starting Colonial World Wars before they were cool!" Thomas Jefferson: The ultimate …

Celebrating A Birthday In The Ashes of my Youth

The past year has been an epic odyssey - a shipwreck from which I have gleaned truths. Corporate America is fickle, bravery is rare, and magic is real. Unconditional love is a gift, letting go is liberation, and forcing fate is futile. This year, I seek creativity, wonder, love, passion, and amusement. With a writer's prayer to the Muses, I call upon divine genius to embark on a quest for rekindled passion and renewed purpose. As I journey through my 41st chapter, may each day be an ode to the wonders of the mind and the joys of the heart.

Scribe Hunter: Looking for Words in All the Wrong Places

Fifteen years ago, I told myself I was a writer. And for a while, I lived that truth. I wrote, I published, and I found solace in the written word. Writing was my escape from a life that felt too ordinary, too “cookie-cutter.” My imagination was surely my one-way ticket out of the jaws of …

Farewell to Denver

To the city of Denver, As I prepare to depart, I find myself reflecting on our shared journey and the broader tapestry of humanity woven through your streets. Denver, our relationship has been a dance of wonder and dissonance. The towering Rockies have been silent witnesses to our harmony and our missteps. Described as a …

In Search of My American Soul

I have spent twenty years attempting to follow the pathway to cultural success. What happens when you do all the things they tell you to do? Who are They?  Not sure, nor do I care; For the purpose of clarity They are unimportant. Let us think of them as: the authority. All of us follow …

El Modelo Negro Gets Older… Not Wiser, Just Older

Ten years ago today, I was celebrating my 21st birthday. I told a Police Officer to hold a moment "while I vomit into this bush" I wish my subsequent birthdays had been classier... alas, I'm sure you can imagine that they were not. -22: I threw up in my mother's front yard in an upscale …

It’s Sunday Morning, do you know where your morals are?

7:15 on Sunday morning. A strange mix of feelings set in: guilt, panic, with a twinge of disgust and a slight wave of nausea. Those who are familiar with these symptoms recognize them for what they represent: You are about to make the walk of shame. Sure, your outfit looked great under the dazzling lights …