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Open letter to my high-school self

Dear 17-year-old me, Right now, you’re probably sitting at Bakers Square in Homewood, choking down watered-down coffee, pretending to study and reading your friends’ terrible poetry. I imagine that you’re stressing out about getting into the College of Your Choice, the nightmarish indignities of gym class and the fact that the boys you like never […]

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Mommy brain

Earlier this summer I was at a bar with an old friend chatting about all kinds of interesting stuff. We share a lot of things in common. One thing in particular is that we’ve participated in Christian fundamentalist culture. Another thing is that we’ve each since split from that scene in a rather grand and […]

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Don’t Marry Her!

Dear Vered, When my good friend started dating a new lady, I was immediately put off by how standoffish and wrong for my friend she was, but I wasn’t worried because I figured she was a fling. My friend is an amazing person, and I figured she was just testing the dating waters with this […]

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Bitchin’

Confession: I, in the presence of a man, called another woman a bitch the other day. I didn’t say it to her face, and he certainly isn’t going to tell her I said it, but I’m having mixed feelings about it. As the feminist editor of this-here feminist magazine, it feels wrong to use the […]

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My baby’s poop made me cry

Oh, milestones. You know, the first time your baby rolls over. The first smile, first laugh.   Their first solid poop.  That’s the one that got me. Hit me right in the gut. I flushed his little turd down the toilet and cried.  I want Teddy to grow up, to become more independent. I don’t want […]