understanding

Year Forty and One

So, I’ve been forty-one for a couple of months now and I would’ve thought that I’d hate it. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t love the number, but now that I’m realizing how much of my response to that number comes from what men have told me (men who have decided that they’re still...

Understanding

You keep telling me to understand. To be quiet. To let it go. You call me a crybaby, a whiner, a troublemaker, a child. You say I’m a hypocrite. You say I’m spewing the hate I rally against. You call my pain a temper tantrum. You tell me it’s my job to unite us as...

Questions

Normally, I like to think that I have all the answers. Although I certainly haven’t fooled myself into thinking I’m an astronaut or rocket scientist, I do like to think that I know stuff. I do well at Jeopardy. My educated guesses are pretty right on. I tend to figure out who the killer is...