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.
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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?
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.
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.
A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
I recently read “The Women” by Kristin Hannah. I won’t throw out any spoilers, but it’s a beaut. In my humble opinion, it is duly suited for fiction or non-fiction readers. Although it’s a fictional story, there are so many historically accurate facts that I think it would spark joy in the most austere non-fiction… Continue reading A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
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.
Big dreams. Dream big.
I started to write something very specific for this week. I was going to write a little more about grief. And then, I was going to write about some of the bat sh*t stuff that’s been going on around these parts. And then, yesterday happened. And it was so magical that I don’t want to… Continue reading Big dreams. Dream big.
Living for Dying for Sex.
Have you watched ‘Dying for Sex’ yet? No? Why? Why have you not watched it? I’ve pondered why people wouldn’t like the show. I’ve mostly done this because I want so desperately to refer it to literally everyone and anyone that I come into contact with- on a daily basis. I want to scream from… Continue reading Living for Dying for Sex.
Rage Dancer.
When I close my eyes lately, I find myself imagining the shapes my rage has taken inside of me. Sometimes it’s a small, burning ember, like the last remnants of a stick of incense or a campfire long after everyone has retired to their tents. Then, other times, it’s a fiery ball- bright red and… Continue reading Rage Dancer.
Carl-ing Us Out.
A friend shared a Carl Sagan quote with me the other day. I’d like to share the first bit of it. It read as follows: “Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others?” I had a weird feeling when I read this. I was simultaneously in agreement and also, I got a… Continue reading Carl-ing Us Out.
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