I am tired of people treating feminine rage like some sort of radical phase in the post-adolescent female, burning off as she matures and softens into society. Feminine anger, the most unattractive of traits, is a buzz-kill. It’s sophomoric and worn-out. It’s a bit too touchy. The post-1970’s white feminist may have poured over the … Continue reading The Feminine Mystique: An Addendum
There is something about Fall. Something about the change of light, the movement of air, the fragrance of earth and bark and foliage that makes my heart feel a fullness it hasn't felt all year. Something about this season reminds me of the passage of time more than any of the others; the simultaneous coming … Continue reading What She had to tell me in the end.
Several months into my pregnancy with my son, I was fighting what I rightfully ascertained as the slow and steady ebbing away of any sense of control I had over my life. I had not planned to become a parent. From all angles, it did not appear that it was even a responsible thing to do. … Continue reading What You Seek.