Finally. Something to look forward to while living in this waking nightmare that has been recent history: the Lizzie McGuire reboot. Lizzie McGuire only ran for two seasons in the early 2000s, but the popular Disney sitcom-inspired The Lizzie McGuire Movie and blessed our TVs in reruns and popular culture for years to come.
Who among us didn’t have that sleepover (or five) where you sang along to the total banger, “This is What Dreams Are Made Of”? Who among us didn’t imagine their own animated mini-me who could provide sassy responses to your daily trials and tribulations? …
I avoided my hot girl for two years. Something about her made me afraid. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. Then I stopped avoiding her. I stopped avoiding her so hard that instead I wrote a romance novel inspired by her. That seemed safer at the time.
My husband said he knew that our marriage was over when he heard the plot of my novel. It was a coming into your identity story featuring a steamy affair with a woman named Summer in a sweet Southern town on the water. I think you can guess which element of…
There was a lot about him that was 80% blocked for me.
A memory of standing between my dad’s anger and my younger brother. The words rising like black smoke, billowing up to our high ceilings. They were gone in the morning, but I still smell them on my clothes years later.
A loud conversation at a Longhorn Steakhouse that turned heads and reverberated through hushed whispers around us. He stormed out, more smoke enveloping me in words I can’t unhear. We drove separately home.
Somehow more painful, are the memories of the mornings.
He sat peacefully with a newspaper…
My friend’s yellow sweatshirt read: Surviving, not thriving.
I laughed when I saw it. A sign of the times, of educators like me who are burnt out at a marathon of a semester with impossible asks and limited rewards. We can’t believe I made it to the end of this fall semester, we joke. Somehow, we survived, we marvel.
I’ve been thinking about survival a lot lately. Maybe it's the existential threat of a pandemic, the way our lives have been upended in big and small ways, or the processing of my trauma after all these years. I’m overwhelmed and…
Like your typical neighborhood feminist killjoy, I am super fun at parties. I can sound like this: This is a fun coming of age movie and all… but have you considered how this might perpetuate rape culture? As I said, Super. Fun.
I really try to take off my feminist hat to watch soapy or trashy TV (hello, Bachelor franchise) or movies. I get that there is privilege in being able to disconnect from analyzing things with a social justice lens… but I’m in this for the long haul. Sometimes that means taking a mental vacation. …
That is seven years or the average length of time that a person who menstruates will spend on their period in their lifetime. To make matters worse, in the United States, we somehow consider this a “luxury” and many states have a luxury tax on menstrual products like pads and tampons.
Beyond being truly ridiculous to even consider menstruation a luxury, period poverty impacts people all over the world, and the statistics are bleak.
Nearly one in five girls in the United States are estimated to have missed school due to a lack of period products.
We began our paddle one serene morning, the water so glassy it mirrored the fluffy clouds and sunshine in our gentle wake.
All was quiet when — SPLASH!
My paddling companion fell from her board with impressive force, spitting out water she inhaled from her surprise collision with the calm lake as she rose to the surface.
The water was calm. We were both confident paddlers. She just lost her balance.
So I’m writing a romance novel and transparently, I have no idea what I’m doing. While I certainly have some big ideas on my heart, I often wonder… Who do I think I am trying to write a novel? It occurred to me that there are so many aspiring writers out there. If I wanted to make it, I had to make my novel stand out.
It absolutely never occurred to me that the love interest should be a deadly, pandemic-inducing virus though.
Buckle up, friends. Coronerotica, featuring romance novels such as classic hits like Kissing the Coronavirus, is definitely…
There was magic in the air as I watched her victory speech alongside my friends and their daughters. Hope and feminine power are such a welcome presence after the past hellish, toxic masculinity-fueled four years.
Understandably, women across the United States are thrilled to finally see a woman serve as Vice President. And like any major event these days, the memes are out in full force and have not disappointed.
I am a Fox News orphan. Someone who watched and listened as her intelligent, compassionate father washed away into a sea of conspiracies, hateful rhetoric, and racist apologists. So many of my peers share this experience. I read the exhaustion on their faces even as they joke about how they “can’t wait to ruin Thanksgiving.”
Through my childhood and teen years, he became increasingly irate. I started to avoid him on Sunday mornings because his Fox and Friends-induced rage was unbearable. Before I had the language to explain why his rage felt fueled by something other than the economy, that…