I was minding my own business, tweezing my eyebrows using a high powered magnifying mirror, capable of lighting up the crevices of your aging face like floodlights used to interrogate Colombian drug kingpins during the Pablo Escobar era, when I saw it.
When I was nine-years old my mom went through a debilitating divorce from my stepdad and I moved in, permanently it would turn out, with
“The thing about being murdered,” writes William Langewiesche in this May’s issue of Vanity Fair, “it usually comes as a surprise.” The Same Can Be
When I was a student abroad in 1986, I suffered an attempted rape. I was fortunate, after a protracted struggle, to escape my attacker. Intellectually, I understood that he had absolutely no right to do what he did to me …
If you haven’t read Sebastion Junger’s latest piece in Vanity Fair, The Never-Ending War: The Bonds of Battle, you must.
We women can tell stories all goddamn day long about how we’ve been mistreated. I could tell you one from today. But I don’t know how much telling those stories will mean until we can get a goddamn grip on the word feminist.
Intimacy with strangers just happens to me. There was the gentleman confessor of an adulterous liaison on the flight back from Boulder and now
Two Women’s Epic Journeys I consider myself a feminist. By that I mean, seeing traits that are still intrinsically considered feminine — compassion, empathy, the
This is what I did to prepare for my 30th high school reunion: 1. Over-indulge in wine coolers and nervous carbohydrate eating. 2. Gain 5
In considering the usual psychological tropes for why alumni don’t attend their high school reunions my research has come to this: (1)He feels too fat.
I’ve known Maggie since we were freshmen in high school. We’re now both married moms who don’t get to see much of each other because
I know three women whose first sexual experience was date rape. Two of them were in high school at the time, and the last was
A few weeks ago, I talked with Neal Conan on NPR’s Talk of The Nation about my experience as the victim of an attempted date rape in 1986.
This week I’m focusing on teen dating abuse. Yesterday I wrote about a former classmate who was murdered by her boyfriend after she broke
I’ve been planning my 30th high school reunion, searching high and low for class of 1983 graduates. This has brought up a lot of