The Prison Cells We Hide In

I always struggled to maintain friendships with women. It was easier for me to hang out with men. I knew exactly how to talk to them, how to act around them and was confident in my direct approach. Women scared me. We always seemed to be hurting each other. The idea of a united front, … Continue reading The Prison Cells We Hide In

I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar

I am woman; I am tired of roaring. For as long as I can remember, my throat burned from the constant constriction of my vocal cords fighting to be heard in a world where I was made second. From his rib, you were formed, by his side you shall stay… If it helps you accept … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar