So often feminism is built up as this thing where you have to be perfect. You have to be consistent and you can't ever deviate. That's just not realistic.

I am trying so very hard to stay in the moment despite the ferocity of my ambition.

I never imagined that I would be the kind of person who is recognized when I am out and about just living my life.

I look at my older writing to see where my weaknesses are and then I try to address those weaknesses and make new mistakes.

So many of us are reaching out, hoping someone out there will grab our hands and remind us we are not as alone as we fear.

When feminism falls short of our expectations, we decide the problem is with feminism rather than with the flawed people who act in the name of the movement.

What is it like to be connected to someone you can never get away from, for better or worse? I love trying to answer that question.