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from "pick-me" to misandrist to grown-up
or how I learned to make friends with good men in middle-age.
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when the body says no, how do we respond?
especially when other parts of our body are saying yes
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Get Free: on Staying, Leaving and What Comes Next
announcing two new virtual writing workshop-communities for women who are considering divorce and recovering their autonomy in the aftermath
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when it comes to sex, women are not a monolith
untangling female desire from monogamous heteronormativity
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secret and not-so-secret smokers
I see you, mom in the stop and drop line, not giving a fuck and I salute you with a lighter extended out the sunroof. FREEBIRD!
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the loneliness of the long distance driver
(or how traffic is a poet)
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2. the year I became a pendulum
and went back and forth until I stopped
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first love is a haunted house
and this is a ghost story
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"don't worry. it will grow"
the braid turns one.
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writing about death during a war
(and there is always a war)
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mothers are people, too
and we need to stop acting so surprised when women act like it.
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refuse feedback (when you need to) and it will set you free
in defense of an occasionally closed comment section, paywalling the personal and the difference between resilience and bravery, unlikability and hate.
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