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    Hands Down

    The drive to Colorado took two days. It was April 15, 1987, and I had just come from Fort Rucker, Alabama, the Army’s Aviation...

    WHERE ARE ALL THE WOMEN AIRLINE PILOTS?

    Can I tell you why there aren’t more women flying the friendly skies? It’s because all the women who want to be airline pilots...

    Deep Cervix Brag

    As a teen who had an unhealthy obsession with Mermaids, particularly the part where every time Winona Ryder kissed a boy, she thought she...

    The Tree of Life

    I just wanted to be in my car, with the windows up, listening to anything—a podcast, a book on tape, a wailing cat in heat—anything other than the sound of these voices in this clearing.

    THIS USED TO BE MY PLAYGROUND

    A viable offer has been made on my childhood home. I’m not falling out of my chair with shock, considering it’s been on the...

    Body Positivity, Twitter, and Valerie Bertinelli

    It all started with a health and diet segment on The Today Show, a show I rarely watch, but maybe because I was missing...

    Super Simple Fudge

    I ended up going through a divorce, leaving a job of ten years, starting my own business, and just generally upending my life. And now I’m sharing my recipes for a yummy, healthy, feel good menu that you can easily adapt into any food plan.

    Nested

    Before my son graduated from high school in June 2019, everyone warned me that, when he left for college in August, it...

    Child Custody in the Time of Pandemia

    I am still raw from the March 13th sting when we, terrified by a novel virus, canceled classes at the high school where I teach -- where my youngest attends -- and floored it home without a backward glance, locked ourselves up tightly, and refused to open for friend and stranger both. I forced smiles for all the kids in my care, "What an adventure!" it said. We got this. I got this.

    Must Read

    Books: I Hated This One: An Eclipse Reread

    I knew this one was bad, but I wasn’t prepared for the avalanche of nausea Eclipse brought me this go-round. I fully had to...

    The Tree of Life

    I just wanted to be in my car, with the windows up, listening to anything—a podcast, a book on tape, a wailing cat in heat—anything other than the sound of these voices in this clearing.

    Books: Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi

    Persepolis is a graphic memoir written and illustrated by Marjane Satrapi. It is an emotional, informative, and humorous memoir about what it was like...