A long time ago, in a galaxy called my twenties, I used to shave my head. I shaved my head and wore overalls and Adidas high tops and rode the bus down to Washington DC to march around the mall with placards for things I believed in. Most of those things centered around women’s reproductive…
Tag: feminist
Diary of a Mad Housewife (or Life in the age of Extreme Housewifery, Part I)
When I was 10, I wanted to be a truck driver. At various other points of my childhood and adolescence the answer to the age-old question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” was met with a bizarre range of careers, from hairdresser to investigative journalist to the first female Red Sox…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 