I spend most of my time staring into other people’s windows. I imagine better versions of myself living […]
At 25, I realize my father hasn’t met anyone of significance in my life, just these constant fictitious characters in the stories that helped me feel American.
If these walls could talk what would they say?
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?
I couldn’t believe how healing the entire process was: the writing itself, the discussions prior to publishing, and then the conversations it allowed me to have after it was published. It felt like scrubbing myself clean after years of feeling a mix of blame and shame and disgust and numbness.
I don’t talk a lot about my bisexuality. For a long time I sort of kept it to […]
All I wanted was a half-priced drink after my 9-to-5. Yet I called an Uber because I know […]
I feel a huge sense of liberation as I make the appointment to get my IUD removed. It’s […]
It occurs to me that, quite often, people tell me that I am “too nice.” I am really […]
Morgan Jerkins breaks down feminism and more in her new book , This Will Be My Undoing, and I am listening.