How Lucky We Are To Be Alive Right Now

Here we are, the ass-end of another year. I sat down yesterday to write about Salome and her veils. Then I re-read 2016’s year-end post. Apparently I had the same idea last year. Always ahead of myself, it would seem. And forever forgetting it. I expected I would endeth the year in much the same…

Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Harveys

I’m getting whiplash from the continually breaking and increasingly disturbing allegations against Harvey Weinstein. And each day more women (and men) are coming forward to tell stories of their own. Stories of harassment at the hands of the powerful. Same old song and square dance. In case it’s been a while since you heard this…

The Weight of Being a Woman

There are days I cannot breath as a woman. The weight of my sex is so heavy within me it’s surprising I can walk or talk. Every exhale is labored. Every inhale like breathing under water. The weight of being nothing but an ‘also ran’ is constantly with me. We are attached, me and this…

Best of Men and Best of Husbands

Occasionally people ask me if I hate men. Playing a feminist version of the old “Bloody Mary” game of slumber parties past, I’ve stood with eyes squeezed shut and asked a mirror the same question. “Do I hate men?” “Do I hate men?” “Do I hate men?” When I’ve opened my eyes, the answer is…