Feminism

I am a feminist. Always have been, and always unapologetically so. I understand how and why it became a bad word, and the posts in this category are all about taking back the lexicon and the power we lost when we ceded that ground and back-peddled so as not to offend!

I have no time for wallowing in woe-is-me history without giving equal time to problem-solving. I also have no time for divisiveness in the ranks. Yes, I recognise my privilege; now, let’s move on and talk about issues.

I wear my feminism proudly, loudly, and in-your-facedly. I support my sisters when they’re not assholes or Uncle Toms, but I’ll take that behaviour as a teaching opportunity. I have done with being polite and quiet and buying into the whole “But we’ve come so far!” narrative.

(While we’re at it, just who the hell is the feminist equivalent of poor, misunderstood Uncle T?)

  • Vegetables grilling iwth a view of a sunset over the ocean

Moving to Mexico

By |November 11, 2018|Travel|

I started this blog to chronicle my first opportunity to re-visit three of my former expat homes (Laos, Taiwan, Thailand, Vietnam, Ghana, Liberia, Zaire, France, England). Life got in the way after I returned to America, but this seems like as good a time as any to re-start. Grab your passport and join the party!

Sweat memories

By |February 15, 2018|Uncategorized|

I’ve traveled a lot. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve said that before, but let's be clear: I’ve lived in a lot of places. So I’ve had the good fortune to get to know something of the people amongst whom I’ve