spousal rape
“I’m divorcing you,” I told him, when he was finished having his way with me.
childhood crushes
To this day Faneuil Hall, Greek mythology, and "Empire Records" all still give me the faintest of lady boners.
How dare I attend a wedding that cost easily over $100,000, brimming with Louboutins and expensive champagne, and feel just fine for a moment.
Don't get me started on roommates who subscribe to traditional gender roles in regards to housework, and therefore feel that the mess isn't their problem to deal with.
Twice this week I have made a dinner I had to dump directly in the trash.

Aug 15, 2014 at 1:00pm | 415 comments

Without fail, if the male store clerks see me wandering the aisles without my husband in tow, they’ll follow me around as if they’re worried I might be a shoplifter.
I met a man I loved -– his name is Ben and he happens to be a Modern Orthodox Jew.
It’s 2014, after all. Men don’t just cheat on you and watch too much porn anymore.
One woman was harassed right after having her dog put down after his battle with cancer.
As I walked in, all Colin from "The Secret Garden," the bitchiest girl in the class announced “You’re, like, always sick.”

Aug 11, 2014 at 2:30pm | 38 comments

gay dads
Where does the battle end? Isn’t the ultimate victory call to call yourself a dad -- without a qualifier?
childhood crushes
After school, I’d get my bike and cycle by the mansion where Pat lived. The road turned into a hill right before his house and I’d pump and sweat my way past, praying he didn’t see me, praying he did.
broken engagement
If you want juicy details about the tragic end of a relationship, pick up a tabloid.
As young Black girls, my daughters have a myriad of complex social issues to face.
rescue dogs
Sometimes my dog just … annoys me.
If I thought it was uncomfortable to be a youngish person dating after one partner's death -- and I did -- dating with a two-for-two dead partner history is like competing in some sort of Awkwardness Olympics.

Jul 31, 2014 at 6:00pm | 148 comments

“Who are you writing about this week?” You, I want to say. I’m writing about you. Every single time I write about anyone else it’s about you.

Jul 30, 2014 at 5:00pm | 42 comments

massage therapy
Please don’t make comments about what I look like and don’t ask me if I know the Lord. None of your session is about me.
"You're such a pretty girl, you don't need to be doing that to yourself!" And I imagined the server's head popping like a tick.
Whoever said three times was a charm was high or delusional.
Thank you for letting me know you.

Jul 30, 2014 at 9:00am | 27 comments

Do I understand that by not having children I am giving up on one of the most profound relationships possible? Yes.
I’ve come up with a few tips for people who, like me, are religious/spiritual and would prefer to not make their non-religious/spiritual friends, family, and neighbors feel super awkward.