Vagina Wars

I’ve been at war with my vagina for about three decades. It’s unfortunate, feeling this way about such a powerful, awe-inspiring organ – one around which I shape most of my identity. The truth is, I’m not that stoked to be a woman. A lot of the time, it’s a huge drag. At 33, I…

Making the Case for Compassion, Regardless of Reward

A friend of mine always stops at homemade lemonade stands. Little kids peddling exorbitantly priced cold beverages spark within her a desire to support the brave, entrepreneurial qualities in our younger generations. Not me. I speed right by those things. I’m the type of person you don’t want to run into if you’re selling homemade…

The Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs to an…