Brave Demons. Dream Angels.

I have a black shirt, soft as butter and stretchy, with the super long sleeves that serve as small teddy bears at the ends of my arms. I had lost this shirt at some point Friday night at a weekend festival. I was devastated. Mind you, I had another shirt the same in all waysContinue reading “Brave Demons. Dream Angels.”

Fury + Fear = General Anxiety Disorder?

Fury is what I feel when I’m helpless. Plus fear is what I feel when my amygdala kicks in with the fight-or-flight reaction (FFR) and I can’t make it stop. Equals General Anxiety Disorder. Looks pretty simple, but it isn’t. If I broke into rages instead of a panic attack, then my fury would beContinue reading “Fury + Fear = General Anxiety Disorder?”

That’s Not How Feminism Works, Sweetheart

I know you feel men and women should at least be equal, right? You’re very vocal about this, but I’ve seen you use your feminine charms to crush a besotted male. I’ve seen you order men around because you know they want to get between your thighs and that you have agency of yourself soContinue reading “That’s Not How Feminism Works, Sweetheart”

Toddlers: How Mine Survived

Raising children is a fine line between harnessing demons and treating them as humans. It’s a difficult job. I’m so glad I’m done. See, I despise toddlers. I despised my own and I despise other people’s toddlers. Even when toddlers do the cutest things, more often than not, I’ve had to wrestle with them theContinue reading “Toddlers: How Mine Survived”