I’m in Toys R Us with my five year old daughter looking for a superhero figure. We walk around and I’m feeling proud that my girl prefers playing…
I’ve been struggling lately. Questioning why I blog; what am I trying to achieve by writing, and even if I WANT to continue. Recently a friend was talking…
I would guess it is expected that most people these day will eventually have children. Some of those who chose to have children will stop after one wonderful (or…
Over the past year, I’ve chronicled my successes and struggles with making space for my four-year old son to explore toys, clothes and accessories away from stereotypical gender…
I am a reader. Walking into any bookstore or the local library physically changes me. I am instantly intoxicated, overcome by the smell…the feel… the sight of all…
My daughter is not a lesbian… or maybe she is. BUT WHO THE FUCK CARES? My daughter Jenelle has always really liked having short hair. When she was…
This is NOT an essay about how much I love Queen Bey (even tho I heart her for real) and her new album Lemonade. This is more about…
I snapped a picture of my surroundings and sent it to him, so somebody would know where I was. “Pretty,” he said. “Where is that?” “Downtown Newark.” …
Several years ago, when I had but one child, I joined a friend of mine for a girls’ night out. Although I didn’t know the other women that…
July 4th, 1980. I am five-and-a-half years old and visiting family with my dad. But when it’s time to go home, my dad leaves me with my aunt…