From High School Druggies to Witches and Queens

When I made attempts at writing novels and short stories as a teenager, all of my main characters were girls in the throes of pill addiction. (Prophetic in a way, as my pill addiction grew to its full force in my early twenties.) They were pretty girls addicted to "Demerol" and "Benzedrine" and "Valium." (The novels of…

A Full Life

One of my absolute favorite poems by one of my absolute favorite poets, Sharon Olds, has a section that goes a little something like this: "I could see her in a temple, tying someone up, or being tied up, or being made nothing, or making someone nothing, I saw she was full of cruelty and…

A Letter of Thanks, to a Pioneer of a Woman!

I wrote the following email to the creator of the blog, The Fuck It Diet, which I stumbled upon by accident a couple of years ago and consider one of the bravest and most honest forums on women and food. Like so many of us, Caroline went through years of dieting and body-obsession, sometimes in…

Hell is other people. Love them anyway.

I sat in a meeting tonight and felt completely slimed by another woman's share. It was so pregnant with noxious trauma and so saturated in delusion and resentment and suffering that every word that spewed out of her mouth felt like a noose around my neck. I had to clutch my throat and shut my…

“And maybe some faith would do me good…”

Since I was little child, I always believe in some kind of Higher Power. Lucky for me, it has shifted and changed over the years. My parents raised me as a casual Methodist. We attended church each Sunday until I was around eleven. I sang in the children's choir and sneaked cookies and coffee after…