I’ve been brushing my face. I thought you should know. I’ve been brushing it dry, using gentle upward strokes. Brushing my neck, too. And what other women might refer to as their décolletage, but…
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I occasionally stand in front of my mirror and talk. Wielding my phone as a camera, I record these talks and post them online for people to see. It’s a marvel of technology and…
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It’s been two years since I last wrote about making a concerted effort to read more books. At the time of my first post, Faye was just a bit more than two and I…
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An extra bag you’ll never want to leave home without +/or same-day grocery delivery (zero-waste edition). A wrist watch to help you put down your phone +/or a record player for analog evening entertainment. Not-ugly compression socks…
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Yesterday, Americans elected 117 (and counting) women into public office. 42 of those women are women of color. 100 of them are Democratic. In the House, there’s a Democratic majority. And a majority of…
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I’ve spent a lot of time worrying about how to go about writing this post. But the points that I need to make are really absurdly simple: + White women benefit from, and uphold,…
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Well, really, eat a better breakfast. I’ve already written about my need for slow mornings. I’m not a hop-out-of-bed-and-sit-down-for-breakfast kind of person. I need a slow cup of coffee, and more than a few…
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I’m a morning person. A slow, leisurely kind of morning person. A morning person who doesn’t want to be rushed out of bed. I’ll pad to the bathroom bright and early, but my goodness,…
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If you’re reading this on the day of publication then we’re likely either chugging along the Connecticut shoreline en route to my parents’ house—or else we’re running like maniacs through the corridors of Grand…