I received a rape threat recently. Right after I posted my second article on Substack and syndicated it to Goodreads. The irony wasn’t lost on me. That my piece Burn the Whale Down was low-key about silencing women and here was someone trying to silence me. Granted, they were hiding out behind their AnonymousMail in a pair […]
“It’s so interesting what happens when women get older. We carry this wisdom, but no one cares. And we’ve survived the death cult of capitalism but, really, you just want us to get out of the way, don’t you? You want us to be silent. Quiet as the grave.” ~ Martha Ellison, The Morning Show Fuck […]
The “truths” they’re selling about midlife are bald-faced lies. But…I’ll admit that I used to buy into every single one of them. They said midlife was about hot flashes. And holy hell, no pun intended, I’ve been there. Sitting with my pup chawing on Big Hunks when a sudden warmth creeps through my torso, turning […]
I’m hurtling down WY-220, my knuckles white from my death-grip on the steering wheel, though I’m still managing about 80 MPH. The melamine plates are rattling in the cupboard, and I’m fairly certain that the butter is stuck to the inside of the door above my little sink. Up ahead I see a mile-long line of […]
I stood on the metro, scrunched up against scads of women wearing myriad variations of knitted pink hats with ears, and gulped breaths of air – nearly hyperventilating – and thinking I really needed to get out amongst human beings more. Swirls of neon pink, baby pink, pink bordering on purple, and dusty rose blended […]
“So, what do you do?” the girl asks. She has a gold star plastered on the chest of her snowy white sweater. Silver tinsel adorns the neck and cuffs. It matches her adult braces perfectly and I think her quite clever. Her gaze tells me we’re in a competition, though, and that we’re on the train, the […]
I needed a dress for a wedding. For some, this might seem a perfectly normal thing, but I loathe clothes shopping. Detest. Abhor. Hate with a fiery, red-hot passion. Yet I knew I couldn’t very well show up in the sweat-stained sweater I’d been wearing over my pajamas every day for the past week. My […]
Resistance has had my hands bound with anchor rope for the past few months. Maybe you’ve noticed. I haven’t written a blog since April. Resistance^10000000. But it’s more than just blogging. I hadn’t been writing on my novel either. For those who don’t know the word in terms of creativity, or following your bliss, essentially it means […]
I was in the middle of a workout a few weeks ago – sweat pooling, weights in hand – when someone rapped the secret knock on my door. Da da dadaaa da, da da. I never answer my door. Ever. For any reason. But I was curious. Who could it be? Maybe my little brother was making […]
It’s fall of 1982. The grass hasn’t started to crunch yet, but you can feel that Cheyenne Winter is sitting on his suitcase full of snow in a vain attempt to secure the latches. His flight is booked. His car is waiting to take him to the airport. I’m wearing ginormous brown glasses with a […]
