Tag: Feminism

It Came Down to Shaving

We recognized each other by the hair on our legs.  Noticeable stubble was just hygiene laziness.  Fully grown out leg hair that lay in waves and maybe curls, that extended down the leg to an abrubt line at the ankle like a pair of… Continue Reading “It Came Down to Shaving”

Do I Want to Be Cheryl Strayed or Her Mother?

It’s not that Cheryl Strayed hiked 1,100 miles, a trip chronicled in her book, Wild: Lost and Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.  It’s that she did it alone. She chose to be alone.  No cell phone. No hiking partner. No thin string connecting… Continue Reading “Do I Want to Be Cheryl Strayed or Her Mother?”

I Own This Face

This is my face. For a long time I’ve wanted to disown my face. Years of smoking, laying around in the sun with no sunscreen, using cheap face creams, and basically not caring gave me drapes of wrinkles, some so deep they look intentional.… Continue Reading “I Own This Face”