This week a draft opinion was leaked that shattered any notion of reason on reproductive rights. The draft exposed not only the Supreme Court’s intention to overturn Roe V Wade, but the true desires of the old white men appointed by other old white men to the seat of power. The truth laid bare: it […]
You can be anything you want baby girl. I tucked a blonde wisp behind her ear and smiled at her. I believed it to my core. My brilliant, stubborn daughter. The world was an endless landscape for her to navigate.
Words have power. They ignite revolutions, start wars, or calm tensions. They enlighten, or they can spread dangerous lies. Societies have risen and fallen based on words alone. Which is why the words the news media chooses are so important.
Sexual assault is like a death. A death of who you would have been. Who you were before. It is a violation of the body and the mind, but most profoundly, the soul.
Emotional labor is unseen. It’s the energy women spend managing other’s feelings and emotions, making people comfortable, or living up to society’s expectations…
“I was asleep before… that’s how we let it happen. They suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary.” This is Offred’s stark warning. A narration of regret. Her name’s not really Offred. It’s Jane. Or June. Or something that I can’t remember because her name no longer matters. She is no longer a […]
This story isn’t unusual. It’s not even rare. Most women at some point have played the boyfriend card to fend off an aggressive guy.
Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me. Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women. We see right through you. […]
I’ve been screaming for most of my life. Ever since innocence was taken from me at a tender age. I’ve been screaming, but you haven’t heard me. This scream has been trapped behind a polite smile. This scream has been buried in the haze of blurry memories and life moving forward. It’s been lying in […]
My first political debate took place in the back of the school bus in First Grade. My friend and I had started arguing about the upcoming election. We were going at it pretty hard over Reagan v Carter. We were spitting out words and throwing around phrases we had heard but didn’t really understand. But […]