an ode to my period

this is a ode (when you type ode into google [pronoun] suggests odell beckham jr. ugh what a marshmallow hater, am i right lena?) to drinking too much apple juice at the box car diner, sitting down in the nasty ass smelling bathroom (if i breathe through my mouth will i inhale dangerous particles?) wiping […]

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I Was A Racist Preschooler (And So Were All My Friends) But I Didn’t Have To Be

:: A Statement of Intent :: We teach young white children the color of everything around them, except themselves. I believe children are inherently brilliant and full of creativity and radical notions of fairness; and I believe that the only real way to effect cultural change is to justly and lovingly educate children. I think […]

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