I originally wrote this on my FB page but thought it was worth repeating and expanding here. Trigger Warning: Here’s the thing. You don’t forget being attacked. You remember every last physical detail –not the date, not whose house. You remember the smell of his hair and his sweat. You remember it down to what … More #DearProfessorFord
Which part is choice? Which part is destiny? Which part is inevitable? What do we own? What do we deny? The cock crows three times. Somewhere right now my sister is blaming me for everything that ever went wrong in her life. Somewhere my fiancee’s ex is spreading lies. there are no angels; there are … More The Choices We Make
Two days in And they give her A nickname Two syllables instead Of three— Her given name too full Of beauty, of vowel, of nuance. High school begins. Fresh start. The time we throw on new identities The time we suppress the old. I’m not allowed hugs What makes me think I can have names? … More Nicked Named (a poem)
Normally, I err on the side of women. I vote on the side of the most down trodden. I believe the oppressed over the oppressors reflexively. I look around at friends who are passionate about a subject and often will–if it is their area of expertise and not mine, default to their judgement on an … More On Working
You’re looking at four photographs from the film Kill Dolly Kill by Director Heidi Moore (a musical sequel to her film Dolly Deadly, 2016) by Wretched Productions and HM&M Films and TROMA. Yes, back in May I got to live out my trashy campy John Waters-esque dreams of playing up the camp in faded 80s … More That Weekend In Indiana…
ON MOTHERING There are only two things you can do when someone misrepresents/defames you. You can either go inward and try and ignore it and hope one day that truth wins out and that all slanderers tongues go silent as if cursed and all listeners of such things become keenly aware that they’ve been had–or … More On Mothering, On Lovering
I’ll admit it. I’ve been down. It’s hard to write a book or even a short story and escape into another world when all around you you can’t turn off the daily voices of Trump’s America designed to make everyone go to bed fearful, depressed, and anxiety ridden. I remember not liking W and Rumsfeld … More Old School 4th Estate
