This year for Halloween, I’m dressing my daughter as a boy. Or not a boy, exactly, but in a costume meant for a boy, complete with bulging biceps and puffed up superhero chest. Other options included the standards: sexy bumble bee, unzipped nurse (did real nurse scrubs ever even come with a zipper neckline?), miniskirt Minnie Mouse, or a bunch of princess characters that are … Continue reading Sexy Baby
I feel I need to contextualize my rant of last week. Nine years ago, I finished my MFA. Two years later, I finished the book I had begun writing as part of my MFA. Five years after that I started this blog. Did you catch what I just said? Maybe you were distracted by the big number nine that I started with, but nine isn’t … Continue reading I’m not grumpy, I’m just a writer.
My husband likes self-help books. I do not. But finally we have found a self-help book we can agree on (or more honestly put, that I reluctantly picked up and finally, sheepishly admitted to myself – as this post will be the first admission to him – that I actually really and truly like it, and that it really and truly is helping me to … Continue reading Trouble Trouble
There is no education in gender role conditioning like the one you get upon giving birth to a girl. And I’m not talking pink or princesses, though that’s a part of it. I’m talking about mom, or me as mother, or what the role of me as mother conjures up in expectations and in reenactments, and the constant struggle to understand that nature versus nurture … Continue reading In Praise of Partners (ps: I love you Moonbear)
I like big thighs. Big bottoms too. And wide, firm hips, strong calves, and powerful cores. But mostly, right now, it’s the thighs that have me thinking. If you read this blog regularly, you probably know that I’ve got some hangups about my body, and some issues with what constitutes beautiful in this unique (though maybe not abnormal) culture of Los Angeles where I’ve spent … Continue reading I Like Big Thighs.