This weekend I picked out a little American flag to plant in our front yard. It was a patriotic impulse-buy. But I won’t lie. I’ve been lusting after other countries: Canada […]
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All of the Sirens will be Marching tomorrow. Some in DC, and some in our home states. People all over the world will march with us. (Will you?) To commemorate these marches, […]
A week ago*, I cut just over twelve inches of my long, curly locks off. It wasn’t the first time I’d cut off a drastic amount of hair. The first time I […]
We’re in that weird space between last week’s election and next week’s day of Thanks. And in that middle space, we’ve all had to face some uncomfortable feelings about our nation, our […]
The ballots have abeen cast and counted and the news stations have called it. The outcome of this election has shown us just how much work we still have to do. First, take […]
Last week, Karrie Higgins (whose work we’ve highlighted before) published an essay so controversial, the Huffington Post took it down and deleted her contributor account within hours of it going live. Higgins’ essay, originally titled “Donald Trump confessed to sexual assault on tape and so did my brother, and here is what I know: a tape doesn’t change a goddamned thing,” is a devastating and necessary account of the reality so many women face regarding sexual assault, why it is under reported, and why so may male assailants roam free.
In the wake of yet another tragedy at a university, a reminder of what it’s like to be on campus as the tragedy unfolds.
Originally posted on Karrie higgins:
In response to Amanda Lauren’s XOJane piece suggesting her mentally ill friend’s death was a “blessing.” Content warning: suicide; ableism; mental illness; abuse; caregiver abuse; psychiatric commitment; violence;…
Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
1. I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it…
Originally posted on Fatimah Asghar:
& everyone. Including my 11 year old frame a circle of empty surrounding me & my violin on the crowded bus the weeks after the towers…