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…
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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.
The End of an Era?
I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
The Grieving Season.
I was thinking about grief today. I know- a strange bedfellow to the joy of the holiday season. Or is it? Specifically, I was thinking about the way in which I’m grieving the versions of me I’m trying to leave behind. The worst bit, I think, is that I started this little journey into self-growth… Continue reading The Grieving Season.
Under re-Cover.
Merriam Webster defines recovery as follows: 1: the act, process, or an instance of recovering especially : an economic upturn (as after a depression) 2: the process of combating a disorder (such as alcoholism) or a real or perceived problem What a small definition. What a teeny tiny explanation for something that’s really so major. This morning I ran for… Continue reading Under re-Cover.
Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
This time of year, is pure nostalgia. Tidbits of memories that float on a crisp fall breeze, darting under raised coat collars and in between still ungloved fingers. Memories that twirl around my belly and tickle my lips and sit in my belly. So many Thanksgivings through so many different phases of life. The children’s… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
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