An Open Letter to An Amalgamation of Friends: It’s been a while since we talked. You’re busy and I’m busy and I’m not a bundle of joy these days. “I’d love to catch up,” we say whenever we pass each other, but it never seems to happen. As you may or may not know, it’s… Continue reading Accepting the Unacceptable
Ways to celebrate International Women’s Day: Concoct a potion of lavender and the shattered glass of ceilings your friends and foremothers smashed through, drink it down and digest it because of your rock solid gut. Get yourself a grass-fed, hormone-free steak from a local farmer and feast of the insecurities of the patriarchy. Buy yourself… Continue reading Happy International Women’s Day
When I first stepped towards the light… That is when I first took a massive, shuddering step out of the bog of remorse and self-hatred, I lay in bed for hours. It was a Monday. I missed school that morning. I missed school that morning and I took a massive, shuddering step out of the… Continue reading Because Love.
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