My parents showed up to my art school graduation just in time to catch me finishing off a joint in front of the writers’ building. That should sum it up, […]
Some days I really miss art school.
This change in my life is perhaps no more apparent at any other time than on Sundays. I think of my Sundays now, of playing with the baby, of keeping […]
They gave me a promotion but took away my window. I’d rather have kept the window.
This week was the first week of classes for the spring semester. New beginnings, new people, new professors, new class schedules. I, too, am new this semester, or at least […]
Dear Weekend, Please come soon. We miss you. Love, Anna, Koukla, and Cookie Bear.
It used to be so easy for me to self identify as a feminist. Ten years ago I knew nothing about feminist theory, exhibited no form of activism, and knew […]