The Menagerie

  • April 07, 2017 girl stays in the picture.

    I am at peace with the unflattering pictures of me floating around the internet. Photos where you can see my chin twice. Where my hands are flailing. Where I have crazy eyes or a strange expression wi...

  • March 30, 2017 Extending empathy & kindness to myself.

    It looks like everything on the outside of me is together.

  • March 04, 2017 the alternative to striking.

    An unpopular opinion to have is this: I think the Women’s Strike this week will do little except further hurt women. Much in the way of the immigrant strike, this sort of action requires not only pl...

  • February 15, 2017 Things I Love Right Now.

    Because it's the middle of February. Because I keep typing the month in every correspondence as "March." Because sometimes you just want to talk about stuff you're into and why you're into it.

  • January 27, 2017 buoys.

    Buoys, as a noun, are a navigational mark. They often warn of changes in the sea, sometimes dangerous. Sometimes not.

  • January 23, 2017 Feminism Looks Like This.

    This morning, I drove to a local coffee shop to meet up with a girl who reached out to me through an e-course we were both taking. She lived near and wanted to connect in person; the election left her...

  • January 05, 2017 Duty vs. Devotion: The Flip of A Mental Switch

    I have become obsessed with mantras. I think, partially, because the beauty of a mantra is that it might resonate with you the moment you hear it or it might be something you tuck away and it comes ba...

  • December 20, 2016 Words Over Resolutions.

    I noted in the last TinyLetter I sent that it might be my final of the year, and it turns out that the “might” was key.

  • December 12, 2016 Yoga Lessons

    I finished my first 15 hours of yoga teacher training/advanced studies this weekend. I haven't talked much about taking this journey, in part because yoga has become such a personal, private, importan...

  • November 09, 2016 Red

    I went to pick up my birth control this morning after a night of not sleeping, a night of tears and physical pain coursing through me. On the way back from the pharmacy, where I could make no eye cont...