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Sunday morning, 0845, I opened my eyes and drew the curtains to wash the bedroom with late morning light. I slept until I felt like waking, made coffee, and then proceeded to lounge around in my robe and do absolutely nothing for the next few hours. In our perfectionist...Read more
In our home, we have a motto: Everything is meaningful and nothing matters at all. An ocean breeze. Salty air and the crash of waves. The way jasmine both gently and unapologetically occupies its air space. New pens and a fresh sketchbook. A cold glass of something fermented. When your...Read more
“Pretty okay.” From 2015-2017 I traversed what I hope will be the heaviest shadow phase I will encounter—an amalgamation of my ex husband’s multiple affairs, my debilitating back injury, and everything that accompanied those traumas. It was a challenging time. A transformative time. A time when asked, “how are...Read more
Like many young girls, I wasn’t nurtured with resilience against shame. I wasn’t directly and specifically nurtured towards shame by my parents, but when you come of age in a culture that is laced with shame around women’s bodies and sexuality in general, resilience is necessary if you are...Read more
You know what’s gross? Racism is gross. Homophobia, xenophobia, sexism—gross. Oppression and discrimination are gross. Telling people what they should and shouldn’t do with their bodies? Gross. Convincing people there is something inherently wrong with them in order to turn a profit? Gross. Ketchup is gross. (Don’t argue.) But you?...Read more
2016 was a year of extreme and unexpected growth for me, which, as many of us know all too well, is just a nice way of saying that I went through a lot of shit and came out alive. Sometimes I doubted my ability to do so, if I’m...Read more
FEMINISM IS THE RADICAL NOTION THAT WOMEN ARE PEOPLE. And guess what? We can do pull-ups too! Imagine that. Feminism is the radical notion that we women can grow babies inside of us or choose not to do that very same thing because only we get to decide what’s...Read more
You are. A goddess. A warrior. A force of intoxicating, feminine power. And sometimes you’re a mess. Sometimes goddesses feel powerless. Sometimes warriors feel defeated. Sometimes it feels as though the force isn’t so strong. And you are. Still a goddess. Still a warrior. Still, and always, a force.Read more
Things I regularly do with my son: Garden Make silly faces Have dance parties Watch and read Harry Potter Take walks on the beach Play backgammon Skateboard around our hood Make up ridiculous songs Things I don’t do: Volunteer at school functions Attend every single football/soccer practice or game...Read more
Isaac reached across the table, and without saying a word, placed his hand on top of mine. I had been having an especially rough day, during which, for a multitude of reasons, I was in an emotionally heightened state. I do my best to communicate when I’m in moods like...Read more
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