
I memorialized our second full week of Summer Funtimes in a series of haiku I like to call…
500 Times
Kids ask “What’s for dinner?” almost as often as I say what's for dinner.

I memorialized our second full week of Summer Funtimes in a series of haiku I like to call…
500 Times
Kids ask “What’s for dinner?” almost as often as I say what's for dinner.
There are a few variations (wildly attributed) of the notion that writing is sitting down and bleeding on the page.
The last 24 hours have been wild. The Coachella Review, a phenomenal literary journal, published my piece in its Summer, 2019 issue.
My somewhat-lyric essay is about the tiny monsters we grapple with as we walk through life, especially as a woman. It was inspired by my complex feelings that arose from attending the Women’s March and all the indignities, great and small, that I’ve — WE’VE — suffered and stuffed down just to get on with the business of living.
It was a cathartic, brutal piece to write, difficult to send out, and terrifyingly rewarding to have published.
I bloodied the page like I’ve never done before.
I’ve heard from a lot of readers, on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, both in public posts and privately. The piece is hitting home with a lot of women, which is wonderful and awful considering the topic.
Which means we need more of these types of stories told, shouted, whispered, sung, and cried.
Summer break, where we again rush in where angels and folks with common sense fear to tread.