
Breaking Away
It took me two years. Healing from abuse, finding the confidence to believe that you are capable of leaving—it takes … Continue reading Breaking Away
It took me two years. Healing from abuse, finding the confidence to believe that you are capable of leaving—it takes … Continue reading Breaking Away
A few months before my graduation, I came home after classes one day to find my parents in the living … Continue reading The Beginning of the End
When I was living on my own, it didn’t matter what time I got home. Or whether I came home … Continue reading Home Has Magnetic Pull
Despite what popular sitcoms and rom-coms would have us believe, friends are not resource bases for us to cull from. … Continue reading What Friends Are For
“Really?” My friend, A., asked. We’ve known each other 20 years, but she’d been away for the last ten. “Really.” … Continue reading My First Bar Tab at 32
“But what happens if you leave?” I was 21 years old and having a hypothetical discussion with my anthropology professor. … Continue reading The Middle of Nowhere
Some of my friends–especially those with children–envy the quiet time I have to myself. One friend sank into the … Continue reading In the World But Not of It
For the first time. Ever. So, I was completing a kayak run when I saw a waterfront shop awning: Union … Continue reading Ex-Mormon Girl Buys Tobacco
Recently, I’ve been reading Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch (1970). And she strikes a nerve with me when she writes, “Our society … Continue reading On Love, Autonomy, and the Limitations of Feminism