The Lion Queen

I spend a good deal of time watching women hack through the jungle of self-doubt with a dull, rusty machete. Scratch that. With a pair of cuticle trimmers. I’d like to say it’s difficult trying to figure out why so many unbelievably smart, successful, frankly kick-ass women have trouble valuing their self-worth, except it’s not,…

The Body (A Love Letter)

What is the difficulty in stripping layers of cloth and standing bared in front of my own reflection? It should be easier to face a reflection in the mirror than it is to face the secrets of a soul; easier to bare a breast, a hip, an ankle than to see unmasked the wings and…

Sticks and Stones

Dear Boys, For some inexplicable reason I still can’t fathom, when I was in high school the term du jour for a pretty girl was muffin. At the top of this confectionary food chain, reserved for the prettiest of the pretty, the cheerleadiest of the cheerleaders, was blueberry muffin. Even more inexplicable than the baked good…