Category Women

gone dark.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is hostile. Love is cold. Recently I fell in love with someone for the first time in just about 5 years. Head over heels. When your heart breaks you swear to yourself you’ll never be so foolish again. You’re vigilant in your declaration at first, but over time […]

par for the course.

That first night I wore camouflage and lost the jacket but found you. I lost myself that night. Most all at once then the rest in the days I loved you. The man who moved into the apartment after we’d left blew his head off somewhere in the room we used to sleep. I stared […]

Aint I a Woman.

In a world where so many things leave me with a lump in my throat I can’t imagine why a March for Women would be discredited and belittled as nothing more than a vain attempt to “feel” like you’re doing something. To the woman on NPR this morning who dismissed us as a whole for […]

Me Too.

-Trigger Warning- To give some context to the “me too” movement, it is more often than not a daily issue. When I get dressed in the morning I consider where I’ll be driving (neighborhoods). Walking (streets). Standing (concert, line, park, store, gym). Sitting (public transportation, movie theatre, event). I think of the time of day. […]

Why I will never listen to My Favorite Murder

My Favorite Murder is the hit true crime comedy podcast hosted by Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark. Since its inception in early 2016, the show has broken download records and sparked an enthusiastic, interactive “Murderino” fan base who came out in droves this spring for the sold-out nationwide tour. It is hard for me to […]

Yesterday came suddenly.

Yesterday came suddenly.  These same men who boast about grabbing our bodies. Who stare at them under fluorescent lights. That wasn’t enough for these men. They needed more ways to strip us. Unravel us further. They could take what they wanted already but now they needed to take what is ours. Our bodies behind closed […]

Post Breakup Ex

This is not a love story. In fact, there weren’t even 500 days of it. Welcome to my take on a bad breakup (yes, there are multiple kinds and mine was the worst, ok?) [kidding. kind of.] THE END. Phase one is no joke. Despite the fact that I lured you in here with one, when […]