I’m looking for a place I once visited in a dreamIt made reality seem like the place I must wake fromAnd I’ve sleepwalked to it,ever since Join me?We’ll forge a path paved with wordsFollow a map marked with splintered dreamsAnd ride there on the motorbike of your Memphis (for WolfMamma)
My first days with a menstrual cup
We met for coffee recently. He was my first boyfriend and I, his first girlfriend. We were both 19 when we met and it was instant him-and-me at first sight. We’ve kept in touch and we catch up for a coffee and a chat on each other’s lives every couple…
I ate two eggs this morning, breaking my week long vegetarian diet. The idea came to me when I was researching ‘Depression diet’ after my post last night. I’ve lived among so many people who claim depression and tried to support them in my inadequate, fumbling ways that it never…
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I was at dinner with three men. And one of them kept telling me, “Shhh! Don’t talk so loudly!”
Writing is not healing. It’s catharsis. What does that portend for the person under the writer?
Empowerment begins with taking responsibility for yourself. If you’re a woman, take charge of your body.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
Let me start with this bromance joke that absolutely cracked me up: Do guys in a bromance get each other flower “Dude, here I got you some broses” “Oh man bro, you read my mind I got you some daffodudes” I’m in a bromance. It’s with another woman. No, we…