It's been a bad week. Like a really bad week. Right now, self care is more important than ever.
My advice to you: by awkward. Be weird. Be whatever the hell you want, and I hope the next time someone tries to limit you, you rise above it.
Going through a bad breakup doesn't mean you need to lose that person forever. I am proof that exes can be friends.
It is what defines me as a woman, what will define me as a mother and what I hope my friends and descendants talk about when I’m gone.
Yes, I can kick your ass, and if you don't stop with the pointless, sexist questions, I will.
For the first time in my life I can feel my writing improving. I'm encouraged to develop my own voice, find my own little niche in the world, and kick the hell out of it.
The Tempest is a space where I can open up about my mental illness and creative writing aspirations at the same time, without feeling judged.
I saw myself as a self-sacrificing, loving friend. In reality I was a pretty awful friend, I just didn't know it.
Women are often expected to justify why they wear something. Why can we not say, "I like it so I wear it?"