The lines and crevices in my hands speak of stories. I cannot remember how they began. I have no idea where they will end. I only know that I am them and they are me.
It is these stories which I know I must honor. These truths which I must bear witness to.
The need for validation is pervasive. And it’s not gendered. Male, female, neither, both -- we are all raised with the idea that we must shape ourselves to appeal most fervently to a life we haven’t yet attained. It’s as if living alone weren’t enough, we must force life to be something more, ...
I tell you now: gone are the days when you live for acceptance from some woman who calls herself a Queen, as she cuts others down and locks herself up in a tower... You are as much of a Queen as any other. Own your birthright, so this world can too. Only then will this earth have a chance at ...
I hear young women speak very eloquently and passionately about moving the needle forward (getting back to being a proud feminist too), like Emma Watson’s recent, impactful UN speech. HeForShe is great… but… author and activist Gloria Steinem would be the first one to tell you that things ...
This explains why, in the past, I’ve played the parental figure in most of my relationships, or why I enjoy shooting the shit with the elderly patrons that frequent my neighborhood café.