When I was in third grade I had a sleepover at a white supremacist’s house. His daughter and I were… Read more I Had a Sleepover at a White Supremacist’s. Here’s What I Learned.
“The system didn’t work for me. I am on my own. And because of that I can stop lessening myself in order to preserve their egos. I can stop laughing at their sexist jokes. I can be opinionated and intelligent and talented and unladylike and even (gasp!) gain or lose weight and still like myself. I can dress up or wear pajamas all day. I can do whatever I goddamn please because I. Am. Free.”
When I was in high school I spent a week in Tijuana, Mexico building houses for poor people. That trip… Read more The Girl in the Turquoise Shirt
I did the one thing this Thanksgiving none of us were supposed to do: talk politics. I engaged with a… Read more Radical Empathy
The first time I was sexually assaulted I was nine-years old. That’s right, nine. To really put that into perspective… Read more Trump Grabbed Me By The PTSD
I am an introvert. That doesn’t mean that I’m shy, exactly. It’s more that I require lots of time on my… Read more Tales of an Introvert Living in an Extravert’s World
It’s always sunny above the clouds. That’s my first thought when taking off through the fog and gray, at the moment… Read more It’s Always Sunny Above the Clouds
The other day while I was reading Harry Potter to my son I got a text from a friend I… Read more Who Am I?
Being a woman can be tough. It often feels like a bunch of conflicting ideals: be desirable, but not needy;… Read more Rock Like a Girl
In my wanderlusting life I’ve spent a lot of time in various countries and cultures, always taking it upon myself… Read more Hypocrisy and (In)Tolerance