Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Read Part 1 here. Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that remained unanswered to myself. My mother has come so far in life, but she appears to be stuck. I want to Read more
“I would totally marry the lead singer. Dude is hot,” says Aimee. “I’d marry the lead guitarist. The lead singer is overrated,” I reply.Aimee gasps and says, “You take that back!”She starts tickling me. “Okay, okay! Stop! Haha.” I sit up and try to catch my breath. “Nope, still overrated!” Read more
We’re living in a world in which the President-elect can brag in the most vulgar terms about groping women, and dismiss it as “locker-room talk.” One in five women in the U.S. has been the victim of attempted or completed rape in her lifetime. Nearly one in two women have Read more
Dear members of the boards of directors of Whole Foods Market and Conscious Capitalism, Inc.: How do we change the culture of sexual violence? Should conscious leaders hold each other accountable? We respect and admire Whole Foods CEO John Mackey’s commitment to the value of loyalty. As a founding board Read more
Dear Secretary Perez, More than 27 million women shared their experiences of sexual assault, tweeting in the wake of Donald Trump’s “locker room talk.” The #NotOkay movement, initiated by social media maven Kelly Oxford, has crystallized around women’s stories of sexual violence. Secretary Perez, you are a scheduled keynote speaker Read more
My husband and I sat at our undersized dining room table across from an escrow agent in a mismatched room ragged at the corners from being both over a hundred years old and a rental home for thirty. The woman’s low voice skimmed over the stack of contracts one by Read more
1976. I am 6 I have 2 mothers, 2 fathers, 3 sisters. Bernadette is my fairy godmother mom, my nanny during the day. She loves me like she loves her own children, Laure, Valérie, and Géraldine. I love them like I belong with them. They belong with me. We are Read more
Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of being sorry that anything to numb the rage seems a proper penalty, a gift to give you peace. Smacking my face, alcohol craze, cigarettes Read more
