Draft surfing (42 drafts? Jeebus!) brought me this 2 year old unpublished gem. This was either right before some shitty things went down with Martian, or right after. Its probably when I really did start taking care of myself over his needs, and not out of anger, but self-preservation. I was also in the throes of the last semester of my Women’s Studies degree; the best and most useless degree I’ve ever known. The empowerment of knowing why you aren’t happy can make huge changes...
I have this habit, around the first of the year, of giving myself a “Wheel of the Year” reading – one card per month and a 13th to tie it all together (pay homage to the 13 moons, etc). Its my little bit of spirituality, and I do mean “little” bit, since I pretty much abandoned all of that to pursue my own mental issues. The February card was The Emperor, which, in essence, speaks about ruling empires and making tough choices. February was rank with these choices –...
Because of the YouTube culture I’ve been immersed in lately, I’ve been keeping my eyes open for some good and/or bad feminism-related videos. Aside from Feministing, there seems to be a lack of anyone really interested in any feminist issues, at least on YouTube and maybe beyond. There are a whole lot of “on the street” interviews (“I’m not a feminist, but…”) and feminist bashing (because we’re all man-haters, yo), and a few “feminist”...
I’ve begun writing. Its technically for school, but its the first fiction I’ve written since my mom passed almost 14 years ago. No, wait, its the second fiction, but the other one was for a smut contest and I only got about a paragraph into it before I got bored. So, I’m writing again, and like every other writer-wanna-be on the planet, I’m proclaiming that whatever it ends up will be the greatest piece of literature to ever hit the shelves… or my advisor’s inbox,...
It started out like any other trip to the book store. I packed up my daughters, promised them each a book, and we headed out to the “big” book store I wrongfully love called B&N. Why wrongfully? I’m pretty sure there’s a boycott attached to the store somewhere, something I once supported, and probably still do. And, while I paused for a moment to reflect upon exactly why I wasn’t supposed to go to B&N, I needed two more books for school and the book store that’s...
