On being a woman.

It’s been a shit couple of weeks for women, you guys. I mean, more so than usual. Birth control regulations rolled back. Harvey Weinstein. Cam Newton. I got into a Twitter fight with an asshole who a) didn’t understand why we were mad about Cam Newton and b) didn’t understand why saying “wouldn’t it be … Continue reading

Some musings on the election.

When I don’t know what else to do, I write. It’s been awhile since I’ve stopped by here. I’ve been busy, I’ve been exhausted. I’ve spent my limited writing energy trying to start telling the last 13 years of my life, the one thing I’ve sworn I would do for seven years. (I am doing … Continue reading

About Paris.

I was 16 years old the first time I visited Paris. I had known I wanted to visit for as long as I could remember. It was basically the sole reason I elected to take French my freshman year of high school. I don’t exactly recall where this desire came from, aside from a biological … Continue reading

On life as a female football fan.

Last Sunday, like millions of other Americans, I donned my black and gold and walked to the bar to partake in America’s favorite pastime. It’s what we do, on Sundays from September to January. It’s what I’ve done for most of my life – from watching at home growing up to at various Steelers bars … Continue reading

Do you hear the people sing?

Today I saw Les Miserables on stage for the second time in three months. It’s probably the show with which I have the longest, strongest affinity for: I’ve seen multiple productions, I own the DVD of the movie, and I’ve listened to the songs hundreds, if not thousands, of times since I first heard them … Continue reading

What’s in my head today.

To be honest, I don’t have much to say. But that’s not why I’m writing.  Occasionally I feel like I have to put words on paper (or screen, as it were these days). Tonight was one of those nights. Fueled by wine (as the best writers are, of course), I found myself opening WordPress for … Continue reading

Operation Happy Place.

Due to the events of last weekend, I made it a goal for myself to minimize solo time as much as possible. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, unless I was using them to power a run (I do my best running when I’m angry), nor did I want to spend the first … Continue reading