America Bleeds People, and She Needs You in Her Veins.
If we could go back, what would we do differently? When people are victimized by the laws of our country, does the end justify the means?
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(B)Leading from My Uterus: A Lesson in Leadership in a White Capitalist Heteropatriarchy.
Midway through the lengthy introductions, my timely menstrual interruption came like an anatomy lesson on leadership: feminist politics infused with blood.
To the Writers Who Make Me Cry.
Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...
It’s Lucky I Am A Woman: A History Of Silence.
The book had birds on the cover. It called me to what women once were. But the questions it asked made no sense. “What is the sound of a woman screaming with her hand over her mouth?” I didn’t know. There was a hand, alright. There just wasn't any screaming. How can you know what silence is ...
To Be A Writer.
We want you to sigh in heart-heavy disbelief, especially at the end of the story when the little child dies or the mother returns, too late, much too late, or both of these things happen on the same damn page, in the same damn paragraph, leaving you distraught, welling up, swimming in a river ...
