On September 14th, I fly to Canterbury, England with 20 other students from my college for thirteen weeks. That’s 91 days, 2184 hours, 131,040 minutes that I will be worlds away from the two most significant people in my life – my fiancé, Malcom, and my 2 year old...
I’ve never been much of a rebel, though I admire those who are. Sure, back in the day I rolled the waistband of my skirt until my hemline defied junior high regulations, carefully ripped my jeans (before you could buy them that way) and shouted, “No more guns, no more...
Are we writers or women who write? Ten of us gathered for the 2013 Oaxaca Women’s Creative Writing and Yoga Retreat (link to http://wp.me/p1v1Ek-3Aa) in Oaxaca, Mexico, last week and revisit this question repeatedly during the eight days we are together. Our...
I’ve been travelling for work the past few weeks. Travelling—it sounds glamorous. Flying, seeing new places, working with new people, tasting different foods, chatting with locals. I’ve been lucky that I’ve been able to do all of these things, but mostly I work and...
It’s 1:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Not only do I want to sleep, but I really need to. We’ve been at the beach for the last four days and tomorrow we’re going home. My insomnia could be a touch of resistance about re-entering the real world. Life...
