Credit: Gary Winfield I didn’t cry on Election Day 2018 when I lost my race to become Connecticut’s 117th District state representative. But I sobbed uncontrollably most of the day before. My sons Teddy and Steven found me late that afternoon curled in the fetal position, face swollen, nose running, with mountains of crumbled Kleenex … Continue reading How Sobbing, The Tudors, Gloria Steinem and Letting Go All Tie in to My Road Trip
The first stop on my feminist road trip is Akron, Ohio, but my husband says I shouldn’t tell. “If you blog about it, people will know where you are, and someone might try to kidnap you,” Ted says. He is worried about many aspects of my road trip. His fears range from me breaking down … Continue reading Me Kidnapped?! Arrested?! Stranded with No Help for 100s of Miles?! I Assure My Hubs That None of This Will Happen.
“Are you going to be Thelma or Louise?” That’s what my Cousin Richard says when I tell him about my road trip, and it pisses me off. Richard is smart. He’s a fellow Scrabble lover. We like the same books. He’s a feminist and one of the people I love most in the world. And … Continue reading As Much as I’d Love to Meet Brad Pitt, I Will Not be Driving Off a Cliff
Today, sharing unheard stories seems more important than ever. And as I personally struggle to understand many of the hateful, divisive things happening in the U.S. today, there are some stories—bad as much as good—I feel the need to seek out and hear for myself. Because even when I don’t agree, I want to understand. And right now, there is much I don’t understand.