Cowardice

I was a coward most of the way through school. In a lot of ways, I still am. I’ll readily admit that what “they” think takes up entirely too much of the time I spend thinking about the world. This would be a lot less of an issue if what “they” thought was usually good. … Continue reading

Good Enough for Me: How I’m Spending the Next Couple of Months

Last night and early this morning, I met up in a plain, white plaster building with seven other women, most of whom were between my mother’s and grandmother’s age. For two hours at a time, my partner and I panted and groaned with exertion while another woman screamed at us, “Hurry! Hard! Yes!” We were … Continue reading