In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…
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I shaved my armpits, more or less every few days, for the better part of twenty-two years. This winter, I stopped. I was curious. I wanted to see, for the first time ever, what…
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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…