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 has burned from the constant constriction of my vocal chords 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 … Continue reading I Am Woman — Please Don’t Make Me Roar