Nine days.

I had a dream last night about an old friend. I know why it happened and it bothers me. It bothers me that after so many years of no contact I hear her voice in my head when I start to think about writing about what has happened in the last two weeks. And I … Continue reading Nine days.


Today was the first time I actually let myself say it out loud. It sounded as petty out loud as it did in my brain and that’s ok. “There is NOTHING men can do that is more than making a person.” It’s jealousy, it’s control, it’s spite. It’s meant to keep us in our place. … Continue reading Roe.


Last night at work we aired a piece on the Rodney King verdict and subsequent LA riots. I was in high school and remember when it happened because it was one of the first times I started pushing back at my father who was a stunning racist. I was always aware of how racist my … Continue reading QOTD