Outline on the History of Women

Title: Female rage, or Why women are angry. Acknowledgements: The author would like to acknowledge the change she has not yet seen and the perspective she does not have. Dedication: There are so many people to thank for getting us to this point and so many still holding us back. Introduction: We ask, rhetorically, how... Continue Reading →

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I don’t know how to do this

I don’t know how to do this. I pretend I do. I pretend I have wise, beautiful, profound things to say. I organize and re-organize and re-organize my life.  I go to work. I pour my energy into the ways I extend my hands to others. I volunteer at the homeless shelter and make the... Continue Reading →

The ways through it

For all the survivors out there: I see you.  I hear you.  I am here for and with you.  These are the ways through it.  ❤ The ways through it These are the ways through it: Imagine your body a tower. Your blood is mortar, your bones turn brick, you render yourself impenetrable. A fortress... Continue Reading →

This is my zombie apocalypse

As I walk out of the department store dressing room, the poreless, skinless mannequins mock me with their necks. Their toothpick thighs and kneeless legs spring into cellulite-free life and kick, adding injury to insult as their handless arms block my path. This, I think, is my zombie apocalypse. I leap away, too late, as... Continue Reading →

Day 12(ish): On Anger

So remember when I promised I was going to write for 30 days, and then I got to day 11 and disappeared? I’m back. And I’ll write the other 19 days. I just can’t promise they’ll be consecutive. Oh well: my blog, my rules. Know what I did this weekend? I bought a punching bag.... Continue Reading →

Woman Body

Woman Body Woman body knows Spanx, push-up bras, and high-heeled shoes are designed to keep us small. Knows women used to faint on couches from corsets strangling breath. Woman body knows we have always survived on less: less oxygen, less stability, less money, less space, less rights, less of our own bodies. Woman body knows... Continue Reading →

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