wife as we know it
“Seriously?” I gripe, on what feels like a more and more frequent basis, “doesn’t anyone else see this?” I rant as I walk with a friend…
“Seriously?” I gripe, on what feels like a more and more frequent basis, “doesn’t anyone else see this?” I rant as I walk with a friend…
This is a poem I wrote years ago, when I was just starting to come into my feminism. For me, the unlikeable heroine now represents more…
So often, too often, we as the human species enjoy categorizing things. Maybe it’s a complex from when Adam and Eve were told by God to…