I pause and kick the broken asphalt just in front of the filthy right toe of my Asics. I need to change to a new pair, but I’m resistant because it’s still such shitty weather. Almost there, I think. Fucking asshole, I say into the foggy early morning air. What is bubbling inside of me… Continue reading Sorry, Sarah.
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I like her teaching, too.
Melissa pats her caramel highlighted curls which perfectly fan out around her chartreuse fleece ear warmer. It’s unquestionably more expensive than the shitty Amazon purchased one I jammed on my head this morning. She is clearly uncomfortable. It wasn’t intentional on my part- to make her uneasy, but that’s also a part of me so… Continue reading I like her teaching, too.
A Day on Venus.
I’ve thought a lot about the way I navigate through the world. The way I often caveat or couch statements that I make. The way I offer apologies or concessions, to others, to myself, before it’s even necessary. The way I sidestep the thing I want to really say for fear of the reaction I… Continue reading A Day on Venus.
Happy Galantine’s Day, Devi.
I’ve named her Devi because she closely resembles a woman I knew in college. Her hair is jet black and the kind of wavy I admire-frizz free and giving off curling iron feels. I know she didn’t though, use a hair tool. It’s just her hair. I know that in the subconscious way she keeps… Continue reading Happy Galantine’s Day, Devi.
Filed Under…
Many women I know haven’t had toe-curling kisses down the nape of their neck, but many have felt the stomach-churning sensation of unwelcome, hot, sticky breath just under their ear. Many women I know haven’t been told that they’re breathtakingly beautiful, but many have been told that they’re fuckable. Many women I know haven’t felt… Continue reading Filed Under…
Let me be…
I think I’m just the worst mother, M says to me, while looking down at the shiny folds of her black, designer puffer coat. You do? I reply. This wasn’t really a question asked in earnest, but an invitation to revisit the statement. Picking at the worn cuticles on her ungloved hands, she continues, undeterred.… Continue reading Let me be…
The Teacher.
I was speaking to two young men yesterday who have been chosen to participate in a mentorship program I’m launching. I advised them that I didn’t choose a mentor for them yet, because I wanted it to be a participatory exercise. The explanation that I provided was that the best kind of mentor experiences grow… Continue reading The Teacher.
Let’s Change the Uniform.
I am standing overlooking a sea of men, men of all different shapes and sizes and ages. I imagine the Uber driver’s voice in my head, gravelly, with a touch of humor, asking about this “uniform.” My colleague and I advised him that it was unofficial, at best, but both left out the part that… Continue reading Let’s Change the Uniform.
We don’t have to pause- we can talk, actually.
I went to the eye doctor today. I have this thing going on that I don’t really understand other than in the purest form of irony, I’m running out of tears. Or maybe that’s the opposite of irony, because it feels like a given that I’d eventually hit a drought. Anyway, there was a nurse… Continue reading We don’t have to pause- we can talk, actually.
Giddy Up.
I had all of these ideas about how I was going to close out the year and then, abandoned them all. There was a part of me that wanted to write something wholly profound to say goodbye to 2025 and usher in 2026. The first thing that really occurred to me was all the stuff… Continue reading Giddy Up.
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