SAM Frida

Unfiltered – ish

No Words Left

No Words Left

This is a man who oversaw the Justice Department’s handling of the Epstein files while serving as deputy attorney general, files that survivors say were mishandled, delayed, and released with their private information exposed. He is the man Trump wants in the top law...

Vulnerability to be Seen

Vulnerability to be Seen

There are two kinds of vulnerability, and for a long time I thought they were the same thing. The first kind hands someone something real and waits. It's an exchange, even if it doesn't announce itself as one. I show you mine, you show me yours. When that doesn't...

What They Took

What They Took

I keep thinking about the women in the Epstein files. Not the names in headlines, not the men who get to keep their careers while the world argues about who knew what and when. The women. The ones who were children when this started for some of them. The ones whose...

Pattern-recognition-superpower

Pattern-recognition-superpower

There was a version of me who heard a friendly voice on the phone and believed the friendliness was the whole story. Warm tone, easy laugh, nothing to worry about. That version of me took people at the surface because the surface was all I knew how to read. That's not...

Don’t-reduce-yourself

Don’t-reduce-yourself

This is for the feelers. The ones who think too much, feel too much, and apologize for both. You know who you are. You are the one rehearsing the message before you send it. You are the one still explaining yourself for the third time because the first two times...

Depth Is Not a Luxury

Depth Is Not a Luxury

Guto Cidreira says depth is the new luxury. Finishing a book. Talking without a phone at the table. Thinking about a problem for more than ten minutes. For me it isn't a luxury. It's a need. Unfortunate or fortunate, that's my acceptance. Accepting myself. Accepting...

No One Should Have to Be a Mind Reader

No One Should Have to Be a Mind Reader

I don't have the energy to keep understanding people who don't try to understand back. I've spent so much of my life doing the work. Reading the subtext. Filling in the gaps someone left because they couldn't be bothered to say the thing directly. Translating silence...

The Quiet We Are Taught

The Quiet We Are Taught

I grew up somewhere that taught me to read a room before I opened my mouth. Not lie. Not agree with things I didn't believe. Just stay quiet when the truth might upset someone with more power than me. That lesson gets absorbed so early it stops feeling like a lesson....