I remember the very early days of motherhood as endless and exhausting. I had this gorgeous baby that I’d worked so hard to bring Earthside. And she had so. many. needs. She was an easy baby, I suppose. As if that is even a thing. But it is humbling and terrifying to realize that much... Continue Reading →
I picked up Ordinary Girls by Jaquira Diaz because it’s on the 2021 Bookish Reading Challenge List. Because folks told me it was intensely good. And I love memoirs. And also… I knew Jaquira Diaz kind of tangentially from my time at the University of South Florida. I don’t know what I expected, really. Maybe... Continue Reading →
I'm a pretty shitty feminist. I don't ground my writing in feminism because I'm deeply afraid of doing the whole thing wrong. Like I'm not academic enough. I don't see the stamp of patriarchy & oppression in places where it's so obvious to other feminists. But, look, I'm 45 years old. And I'm focused on... Continue Reading →
