The best advice I’ve ever gotten is to write on a regular schedule. This is my attempt to produce a new piece every week.
Make Your Own Damn Coffee: A Feminist Manifesto
I could make a lot of points about how difficult it is to be a woman in the workforce, but it wouldn’t be anything that Dolly Parton didn’t already tell us in 9 to 5. I don’t believe for a minute that anyone reading this article is going to be confused by my lack of … Continue reading “Make Your Own Damn Coffee: A Feminist Manifesto”
It’s That Time Of Year Again, When I Decide To Complicate My Life For No Reason
Yes, it’s that time of year again- everyone is either getting ready for NaNoWriMo, or loudly railing against the expectation that they start getting ready for NaNoWriMo. For those of you who aren’t in the know (and bless your souls for your blissful ignorance), NaNoWriMo is the fun, cool way to abbreviate “National Novel Writing … Continue reading “It’s That Time Of Year Again, When I Decide To Complicate My Life For No Reason”
I’m Rubber, You’re Glue, etc., etc.
I think that in a lot of ways, deciding to grow up and handle problems in an adult fashion just makes life a lot harder for everyone. It might be a different story if we started teaching children how to navigate the world properly a little earlier, so that the transition wasn’t such a huge … Continue reading “I’m Rubber, You’re Glue, etc., etc.”
He’s Probably Not Going To Die, But You Can’t Stop Me From Dreaming
If you’re a notable public figure, you don’t get murdered- you get assassinated. No one will come to your funeral to comfort your family- they’ll go to your funeral to make some kind of social or political statement. Your eulogy won’t be about your personality or your personal connections- it’ll be about your accomplishments and … Continue reading “He’s Probably Not Going To Die, But You Can’t Stop Me From Dreaming”
I Hoped Something Good Would Happen, And All I Got Was This Crushing Disappointment
I’m not sure how old I was the first time that I heard the story of Pandora’s Box, but I remember thinking that I was the only person to spot the tricky little twist. You see, what happens in the story is that Pandora is given a box full of all the evils of the … Continue reading “I Hoped Something Good Would Happen, And All I Got Was This Crushing Disappointment”
An Excerpt: The Salingers of Summer Street
[Now and then I like to try my hand at writing in the style of an author I admire. No points will be awarded for guessing the inspiration here.] My sister Lila was smart as hell, she really was. Not that Hazel and I were stupid- all three of us Salinger kids were what the … Continue reading “An Excerpt: The Salingers of Summer Street”
Stop Asking Me About Babies
When I was a little girl, I used to dream about getting married and having a bunch of kids. Like, a BUNCH of kids. I wanted five, and I had their names and personalities all planned out: Natalie, the eldest, quiet and studious and responsible, and then Amanda, a rambunctious high-spirited tomboy who was by … Continue reading “Stop Asking Me About Babies”
Dial “W” for WTF – Part II
You’ll remember that at this point in the story, I’ve already called the subway advertisement phone number twice. And instead of the “free psychic reading” that I was expecting, all I’ve gotten out of it is an unprompted Nightmare Pop Music Hour and cryptic non-conversations with multiple strangers. But then, like I promised you, shit … Continue reading “Dial “W” for WTF – Part II”
The Art Of Picking Your Battles
If you follow this blog, or any of my social media, you know that recently I’ve been posting quite a lot about the Black Lives Matter movement and associated social justice issues. The response has been, in a word, mixed. For every two validating, uplifting comments made in solidarity, I also get one comment comprised … Continue reading “The Art Of Picking Your Battles”
Dial “W” for WTF
[This is probably going to be a long story, so thanks in advance for however much time you spend reading it!] If you’ve ever lived in New York City, you’ve probably seen one of those weird flyers on the subway. You know the ones, with the moon and stars and All-Seeing Eye of Providence? And … Continue reading “Dial “W” for WTF”
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