I was flitting through the random internet and found a picture of me and this truly dashing fella at an event we co-hosted (an awesome little speakeasy diy culture-type thing). I was thinking that I was pretty impressed with myself. "Damn, girl," said I. "Nice dress."
This pic is pretty fetching, isn't it? I stole it from the internet, as I am wont to do from time to time (if this picture is yours, by the way, please let me know. you're good.). But…Continue
Arthur James, you are the reason I crept back here, groggy and disoriented. Thanks, pal.
Groggy, yes. Disoriented, yes. Cold remedies are a nice way to get your dose of the fucking wonderfuls. I'm two days full of wonderful and I'm ready to reemerge. My kids and I stared at a wall for the last few days--just stared and sniffled and wiggled and whined. I did most of the whining.…Continue
Body Shame: "Reduce" and the "Shrinking Woman."
I received an email from a dear friends, Cinda Johnson, co-author of Perfect Chaos, this morning. It was a link to a video that has been circulating for days but I hadn't taken the meager three minutes to watch.
I watched it. Again and again.
Typically my lunch break consists of numbly drinking coffee and reaping the day's internet harvest. Today I was torn out of numbness. Feel this, the slam poet Lily Myers…Continue