Drifting Through My Open Mind

Women Are Not Here For You. You Do Not Own Us.

Women Are Not Here For You. You Do Not Own Us.

  A guy walks up to a girl in a bar. She’s laughing with her friends, engrossed in conversation. He slides in next to her to introduce himself. Offers her a drink. I’m just here to hang with my friends she says more than once. He proceeds to ask her “get to know you” questions, ignores […]

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An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me. Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women. We see right through you. […]

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Your Third Party Vote Scares Me

Your Third Party Vote Scares Me

  Third Party voters. You’re everywhere. You’re young, you’re old. You’re Independents, or you’re disillusioned Democrats and Republicans. There’s a lot of you this time around. And it scares the hell out of me. You might think I’m being dramatic. Or experiencing some longest election year ever hysteria. But right now there is a racist, […]

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My Silent Scream

My Silent Scream

I’ve been screaming for most of my life. Ever since innocence was taken from me at a tender age. I’ve been screaming, but you haven’t heard me. This scream has been trapped behind a polite smile. This scream has been buried in the haze of blurry memories and life moving forward. It’s been lying in […]

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This Is Not A Political Post

This Is Not A Political Post

My first political debate took place in the back of the school bus in First Grade. My friend and I had started arguing about the upcoming election. We were going at it pretty hard over Reagan v Carter. We were spitting out words and throwing around phrases we had heard but didn’t really understand. But […]

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It’s Time To Fight Hate. It’s Time To Get Loud.

It’s Time To Fight Hate. It’s Time To Get Loud.

“Darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable, And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear” –Closer To Fine, The Indigo Girls I believe that love always wins, that love will always defeat hate. This week that belief has been shaken. Last Sunday, hate opened fire on innocent souls in their sanctuary. A gay night club […]

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Your Silence Is Deafening: An Open Letter To the Target Boycotters

Your Silence Is Deafening: An Open Letter To the Target Boycotters

I hear you. You’re angry. I get it, I’m angry too. I’m not talking to the people who are angry at Target because their Pro Transgender bathroom policy flies in the face of their cherry picked moral compass. I’m not under any obligation  to respect their beliefs.  I’m talking to you… the people who have no issue […]

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I Don’t Need To Respect Your Beliefs

I Don’t Need To Respect Your Beliefs

Right now everyone’s talking about beliefs. Beliefs that prompted the infamous Religious Freedom Act in Indiana last year, and last week’s Georgia’s Religious Freedom Bill and most recently North Carolina’s wide reaching and shocking HB 2, along with other similar initiatives that are peppering the country. Laws and bills aimed at limiting or taking away rights. It’s supposedly all about beliefs. […]

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How Music Saved My Writer Soul

How Music Saved My Writer Soul

I think I must have always been a writer. I think it’s something you’re born with. Part of you that is lying in wait. Patiently, quietly, waiting. Eventually, it awakens, stretching it’s arms and looking around, bleary eyed… blinking in confusion before the realization settles in… I am home. I was in the third grade. Her […]

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Sex, Art & Rock and Roll

Sex, Art & Rock and Roll

Have you ever been excited about something, only to be let down? You feel energy firing up your senses and you give yourself over to the moment. But then the moment feels… dull. Boring. Lackluster. You’re left wanting. It can be a detached lover or a singer on the stage just going through the motions. […]

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Giving It Away For Free: Writing For The Huffington Post

Giving It Away For Free: Writing For The Huffington Post

The drums are beating again. The anger has swelled and keyboards are being pounded in condemnation. It’s a fury that’s been simmering for a while. The Huffington Post is under fire for not paying for content, for not paying the bloggers whose words beef up their site. And people are pissed. This time their hackles […]

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Ciara Exposes Cleavage, Ruins Football

Ciara Exposes Cleavage, Ruins Football

  Did you feel that? It was subtle, so maybe you missed it. The ground shook a little and the skies cracked open. Swear jars and chore charts toppled off of the shelves of suburban track homes all across the country. There was a collective gasp from young children, their eyes assaulted. Parents everywhere rushed […]

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YOUR REBEL HEART

YOUR REBEL HEART

I wrote this a year ago as a guest post for the amazing and beautiful Hasty Words. I’m sharing it again because the death of David Bowie reminded me the importance of being a rebel…

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Who’s Raising Who?

Who’s Raising Who?

 “And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it’s done I hope you don’t mind I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you’re in the world” -Elton John, Your Song My brother died 10 days before my wedding. […]

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The Thing All Women Do That You Don’t Know About

The Thing All Women Do That You Don’t Know About

There’s this thing that happens whenever I speak about or write about women’s issues. Things like dress codes, rape culture and sexism. I get the comments: Aren’t there more important things to worry about? Is this really that big of a deal? Aren’t you being overly sensitive? Are you sure you’re being rational about this? […]

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Parenting In A Trigger Happy Country

Parenting In A Trigger Happy Country

Sometimes, when my phone rings or I get a text during the school day, my heart stops for a minute. *** At my first high school football game, four people were shot. My parents were horrified and scared. They tried to find a way for me to switch schools. I didn’t want to. I loved […]

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