Our family loves drag story time, but the uptick in shooting threats make me afraid to go. I’m sad to say goodbye to it.
When I became a mom, I was excited to take my kiddo to drag story times. Now, along with school and even church shootings, story time no longer feels safe. I'm grieving the loss of another safe space, especially one that meant so much to me.
I’ve always been a less-is-more person when it comes to skincare. Perhaps it's not a surprise that when it comes to my pubic hair, I use many of the same products I use elsewhere on my body.
As Told To: My husband and I bought a 7-bedroom house and filled it up with our community. They helped us survive early parenthood.
I wanted to run down all three flights of stairs screaming, "I'm pregnant!" But one of our housemates was hosting a dinner party, and I was terrified. I wasn't sure how anyone would react to a tiny human in the house. Over a year earlier we announced at a house meeting that we were trying. The fertility struggle that followed became common knowledge.
Personal essay for The Girlfriend, a digital publication for Gen X women from AARP—the large nonprofit, nonpartisan organization and producer of the largest circulation publications in the U.S.
Cover story for Women’s Magazine, a defunct monthly publication by the Boulder Daily Camera; this first-person longform narrative discusses the BRCA1 and BRCA2 genes, my family history, and my own struggle with the choice to know or not to know about my fate with cancer.
I have a whole crop, eight or nine of them — men I've never slept with, never been on more than a few dates with, who disappear and reappear every few months.