While I’m working on a much longer post (regarding the magic and myth of childhood happiness) I want to share with you something I have recently discovered a surprising liking for.

Slam Poetry.

I don’t know how it happened. It was somewhat recent.

Someone I know shared a link to a piece about a subject I care about.

Then someone else did.

Then I saw one linked on a Buzzfeed quiz sidebar.

Then I found one on Pinterest.


However I found them, I have found them mesmerizing.

Everything from Body Image to Rape Culture.

Mainly those two, actually.

Two of the things that women have to deal with every day that bug the crap out of me. And these women, these speakers, these poets, these performers, these prophets of women’s truth wield their subjects with expertise.

I thank each of them for their honest, open confrontation of our fears and needs. Thank you.


This is the one that spoke to me today.

I beg you all, watch, listen, and try to understand.


“Asking For It”:

A Curious Queary, or The Bloody Truth

I had a horrible headache today. So, like, a light migraine. Which sounds so tame compared to how it actually feels.

When asked about it by a male client, I informed him it was likely hormone related.

He asked if that meant good news….I asked for clarification, but of course he meant, “are you pregnant?”

I said, no, I have my period. To which he replied, “I didn’t need to know that.”


This makes my brain hurt, which isn’t helpful on top of the finally waning migraine. As my thoughts sort themselves out, this one comes to the forefront:


How is it your business if I’m making a human inside my womb, but too much information if I am not?


Get your priorities straight. You should not pry into my personal life and then get offended when I offer the truth freely. We have, in this culture, a messed up sense of ownership of personal information that relates to a much bigger issue of women’s health and the ownership our society feels in discussing, controlling, and silencing it.

Just as we need to open up the discussion on miscarriage and pregnancy and child loss, we need to find a better way to speak openly about all women’s health issues that face us on a daily basis, until we are at a place culturally where we as a people can take complete ownership of our own bodies without fear and without shame.


Re: Women in Business

“They gave me six months. Forty-five years later I retired.”

-87 yr old client of mine, pleased to see my business grow, on how she hoped that her generation managed to opened up many opportunities for us. Yes, yes it did. Thank you. Thank you all so much! 

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