Why I didn’t believe it and how disbelief shaped the way I let things fall apart
There’s a sentence my therapist offered me that…
I was sitting on the tennis court, half listening, half thinking about how to fix my serve; far more important than listening to men talking…
There is a tendency, in both popular and academic discourse, to flatten the relationship between feminism and chivalry into something oppositional.
What gets lost in…
The discipline of becoming someone I can stand behind.
There is a kind of honesty that asks something of you.
It asks you to sit…
The word feminism carries histories that don’t fully reflect my own. Here’s why the framework of womanism — rooted in community, survival, and repair —…
On culture, power, and the uneasy truth that brilliance and harm often live in the same body.
This essay continues a thread I began earlier…