Labels and Boxes: Ramblings on Self-Sovereign Identity

I remember the day I told her like it was yesterday; I can still taste the anxiety. I can feel my clammy palms as I sat in my car, chainsmoking, Sa-Roc’s “Forever” on repeat, texting my then too busy ‘girlfriend’ who wanted to be there for me but didn’t want me to do it for …

How to be Unapologetically Authentic without being a Dick

Growing up my nickname was Mèt Peyi. Loosely translated as “Master of the Country”, it was often meant to designate a child too big for her britches, who called out adults on their bullshit, who had no qualms about telling the impolite truth, a “towo”, a bull, lacking grace, devoid of charm. As time passed, …

“But did you die tho?”: The Blessings of Being Uncomfortable

The most uncomfortable moments in my life have always expanded my definition of reality and redefined my understanding of my abilities. Getting shaken to the core by my island, then cramped into a US Air Force plane to escape it, alone, at the mercy of pity and love, forward I moved. Then further North, to …