where the bridge called my back bends

in the tenets of sexism there lies one essential lie – women are less than. every time a woman no matter her color, creed, religion, or bank account balance pushes back she is declared even more loudly to be – less than.

harriet tubman, a fearfree living trailblazer

if the only thing harriet tubman had ever done was walk to freedom and then later return to rescue her family members, she would have earned her place in history as a woman of courage.

PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present

preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…

i am more than my vagina

as an independent free thinking woman i’ve been thinking a lot about my choices this fall. the reality is that even after 100 years of women protesting marching and attempting to secure equal rights and protection under the law we still make 23 cents less than men. and when it comes to issues of health…