The Poem That Every Angsty Kid (And Future Parent) Needs to Read

Mrs. Taylor’s AP Literature class wasn’t boring. In fact, she was always sure to entertain by drawing out some oblique Freudian innuendo from a text, then wiggling her eyebrows at us to add to the scandalous situation. And yet, I found myself mindlessly flipping through the pages of my textbook in class.

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Top Ten Lettering Tools Under $10

When I started lettering, I was picking out random tools that I found on my Instagram feed. Then, when that strategy proved expensive, I tried lettering on a budget. Now that I’ve developed as an artist, I’ve got a better grasp of quality tools that for me, and that stay within my budget. To help out those of you who are like me–lettering lovers who have to work with a tight budget–here are my top ten lettering tools under $10, and where to find them!

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Book Review: Children of Blood and Bone

You Might Like This Book If You…

  • Enjoy fantasy
  • Enjoy YA fiction that explores current events & identity
  • Are curious about a fantasy with a non-Western mythological foundation
  • Love Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Story

The kingdom of Orisha is composed of two races of people: Maji, people with white hair who have the potential to access a wide range of magical powers, and Kosidans, people without magic. Years ago, the king of Orisha ordered the killing of all Maji, leaving only their children, who had not yet matured into their powers. He then went on to break their connection with the source of their powers so that the young could never hold magic.

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How Lettering Saved Me

When I was young, I often wished that I could make art erupt out of my fingers and wrap around my entire body. Only then could I feel the stress melt away, I thought. Only then could I feel alive when my anxiety froze everything inside of me.

I thought my art form was writing. In many ways it is. But with writing comes its own form of anxiety–the dread of the blank page, the pressure to keep moving on, the failure when you let go of a project. Writing demands time. It requires soaking in the right moment, bathing in emotions and memories.

And when Jaya was born, finding that time became impossible.

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