The closest I have come to having a couple photo as my profile picture is a big cartoon duck I met at a street fair once. I will admit, it felt kind of nice.
In some ways it feels like I’m still living with my parents, still having my lifestyle affected by other’s religious beliefs. But this time the effect is on an employed, educated adult and the beliefs come from my father’s employer.
Leaving fundamentalist religion is kind of like relocating to a foreign country.
Earlier this month I had the honor to teach at a Writing the Other workshop and writing retreat held in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I conceived of and organized this week-long retreat with author Mary Robinette Kowal. We were lucky enough to snag Nisi…
Step aside Butterfinger, you attention-seeking whore.
Have I ever clawed at my chest while looking in the mirror and muttering to myself,
When I emailed him asking if he would mind being interviewed for a newspaper article he responded with, “It’s a date.”
If it’s true that a book lover’s collection can never really be considered “complete,” then I’m (at the very least) approaching my quota.
Sister CleanJeans doesn’t deserve to see a better version of your house than you do.
Who is this person? Timeliness used to be this thing I waved above my head like a golden lasso. I judged others and myself. Not now. It occurs to me that I’m pining for a symptom. I never thought my anxiety helped me at all. Now, with it receding in…
This was the transitional period between the “popular girls have hideous Coach purses” phase and “popular girls have hideous Dooney and Burke purses” phase.
But white. WHITE. White has never been a friend. White announces the outlines of your shape with complete certainty. White says “Hello, here are my exact proportions, hope you don’t find them upsetting!” As a plus-size teen, I had approximately 700…
My diploma ceremony was the crowning event of my education at Brown University and looking back on that day, my family and those others who shared this degrading treatment will remember the disrespect they experienced at Brown’s hand. This was, as…
She buys me a new scale for every apartment I’ve had, the old one having mysteriously disappeared. Even today, we email each other our weights on a daily basis.
I met him while I was at work. He was forward and just charming enough for his approach not to register as negative on my radar.
I love sex. It’s fun. And because I love you, my daughter, I want you to have the same delights in life that I do.
Why are women judged and even ostracized by both feminists and the greater public at large if they choose to have cosmetic surgery?