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.
All I wanted was a half-priced drink after my 9-to-5. Yet I called an Uber because I know […]
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.
There is no freedom here. You hostile state. I will not celebrate while you incarcerate. An empty plate […]
An open letter to DJ Khaled, When you scream, “Another one!” in your song, I didn’t realize that […]
Dear White Feminists, I am tired of being your token. If and when I’m invited to your table […]
Medicinal science has come so far, remember when Lind figured out that citrus fruits prevents scurvy? Or when […]
My face presses against the windowpane as the plane wheels hit the tarmac. I peer out at my […]
So, your favourite actor, comedian or TV star has just been accused of rape or sexual abuse and […]