A Million Women Cried Last Night–This is Why

When I was 8, I wanted to be the first female pitcher for the Boston Red Sox. Not because I loved the game, but because they told me it was possible. When I was 10, my fifth grade teacher told me use my brain, to push harder, to go higher. I never doubted her, because they told me it…

You Can’t Keep a Good Woman Down

There have been a few things gnawing at the edge of my consciousness lately. First the ever-present backlash against Hillary Clinton. I’ve been watching from behind my hand as she maintains a slippery grip on what seemed a surefire nomination–again. Then there is trying to make sense of the dialogue and anger directed at Beyoncé in response…