I was reading a lovely Charlie Harper board book to my baby the other evening, when I had to stop and groan. The page said,
A bumblebee with stripes of yellow– he’s a very busy fellow.
No, he’s not. But she sure is!
Sure, not all insects are female. (more…)
(It turns out I’m a shitty activist.)
The night before the Women’s March here in Portland, Oregon, I am stoked. I think, “I can’t wait to march for women’s rights!” I mean, I didn’t think I’d have to in my lifetime, but I am feeling the spirit of my feminist foremothers, for sure. Maybe something feels a little off about this excitement, but I ignore the feeling and work on my sign….
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A few years ago, when I was 32, I exercised a LOT.
At this point, I am very involved in my martial arts training, and am working out about 10 hours per week. I bike-commute about 20 miles per week, can deadlift 205 lbs, and, on a good day, can do 27 pull ups in a row. Damn.*
As a woman who is interested in health, I subscribe to Women’s Health Magazine. I love reading the nutrition tips (more…)
How I became squishy, leaky, and happy all at once.
Three months ago, I had my second baby. I carried her for exactly nine months, grew her strong, then pushed her out fast and hard. And here we are: she is she, and I am (more…)