I was told that getting a dog was crazy, that I was too young, too immature, and too unsure of my future. I was assured…
I was recently lucky enough to spend a Saturday at the Women’s Media Center for a media training organized for members of The FBomb’s editorial…
On Sunday, September 21, 2014 more than 300,000 people marched through the streets of New York City demanding that the world’s governments and major corporations…
I sat on the edge of the bed. When he leaned over to kiss me goodbye I twisted my hands into the sheets to keep…
13 years ago, I was 9 years old. I remember September 11th, 2001, and the days following it, vividly. Waiting for my dad to come…
The punch heard round the world finally came back around yesterday and hit Ray Rice squarely in the jaw. Over six months after knocking out…
“We both wake up, get dressed, and say our morning prayers. The difference? I pick up a book and they pick up a machine gun.”…
There are three types of memory that interest me: personal memory, the memory held by an individual, institutional memory, the consciousness of a corporate entity,…
I always have dirt under my fingernails. Regardless of their length, or my recent activities, they are always filthy. I blame this on two decades…
This piece was also published on Elite Daily. What struck me most during my four and a half hours in the abortion clinic was the…