I feel like I’m breaking up with you. I’ve been sitting on cross-legged on the floor by the wood stove, (laptop resting above my moosehide mocassins) for the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you that I’m leaving. This is kind of the last minute. My sled is packed and tied, there… Continue reading In Which Our Dubious Heroine Runs Away and Invites You To Do Her Job
The memory came back last week, and it surprised me. I was seventeen. We were just friends. One evening in his parents’ basement he slid his hand down my pants and into my underwear, and I told him “no” and “don’t” multiple times before there was enough anger in my voice to make him stop.… Continue reading Men Explain Compassion to Me
I never understood what it meant to be a woman. I hunt and knit and chop wood and wear dresses, and I’ve often felt like the traditional dividing lines between genders split me uncomfortably down the middle. Womanhood was never a thing I understood, let alone identified with. My friends were people, I was people,… Continue reading Girls Only: What’s the Password?