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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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.
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…
The Biggest, Boldest, Most Beautiful.
I saw A Big Bold Beautiful Journey over the weekend. It’s my understanding, sadly, that critics are tearing it to shreds. It brings me some level of comfort that I didn’t, that I don’t generally, read reviews before deciding to see a movie. I recognize the risk involved in such a brazen decision, particularly these… Continue reading The Biggest, Boldest, Most Beautiful.
Maybe…just, maybe.
It was 2001 and as was the case with nearly every weekday morning, I was likely watching “The Golden Girls” before heading off to class. I imagine that the moments before the emergency broadcast broke through Blanche’s southern drawl and all the canned laughter, I was pacing around my dusty studio apartment in a Victoria’s… Continue reading Maybe…just, maybe.
The Inner-est Crowd.
I’ve found it interesting that every corner of the universe has a cool girl quota. There’s no space that’s so chill, so intrinsically meditative that there is not a clique of some kind that forms- the “in crowd” and the “others.” Now, these groups certainly take on different forms and functions. Some are larger and… Continue reading The Inner-est Crowd.
Some kind of magic.
I had the opportunity to visit Sequoia National Park, Kings Canyon National Park, and Yosemite National Park this past week. I'm not sure if opportunity is the correct word here. Perhaps privilege is better. Or honor. Or delight. It was absolutely a thing of magic. I’ve been really caught up in everything lately. I’ve been… Continue reading Some kind of magic.
Treacherous Honesty.
This morning, I was chatting with my cousin, and I shared that I’m deeply obsessed with and captivated by the way that moisture sits on grass, flowers and leaves. I acknowledged the weirdness of this sentiment, and he responded by telling me that he is obsessed by the way bodies of water ripple (he’s on… Continue reading Treacherous Honesty.
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