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.
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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.
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’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.
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?
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.
Achilles, the heel?
I pull my collar up as I walk down the sidewalk, attempting to protect my exposed ears from the sharp wind. It’s no use. November in Long Beach is chilly and raw. The streets feel desolate-the closed, dark shop windows making everything feel infinitely creepier. I don’t regret walking Nicole to her car, but I’m… Continue reading Achilles, the heel?
SNAP Judgments.
I was talking to a friend today and explaining how I feel tired lately. A different kind of tired. And I know what you’re thinking: you’ve said this before. And also, being tired is basically adulting. To be an adult is to be tired, often. Still, the kind of fatigue I’m experiencing comes from a… Continue reading SNAP Judgments.
Keep your lemons…
I turned forty-five the other day. This is wild because I remember turning fifteen with some amount of clarity. I do. And seventeen. I recall my twentieth spin around the sun, and then, thirty, and also, forty. And now, I’ve arrived (gracefully?) at forty-five. Age is truly a number but when that number is something… Continue reading Keep your lemons…
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