Quiet Rebel Writer

In researching my previous post, a special leap-year edition of word porn, I learned about a unique tradition assigned to February 29th. It’s this day where women across the world are allowed and encouraged to propose to their significant male others. This leap year tradition is treated lightly and jokingly, but it’s serious enough that […]

I became a feminist after reading Cosmopolitan. And that’s why I’ll never write for women’s magazines as part of my freelance career.
One day in mid-college I flipped through my latest issue of Cosmo, fresh from the mail. I was just exiting my ill-advised sorority phase, when I thought I wanted to be someone, anyone […]

I turned 30 last year. A nice, round number. By itself, it didn’t mean much besides playfully torturing my dear old dad about having a 30-year-old daughter. Which was admittedly damn good fun. Maybe with thirty years in existence, I can finally say I know a thing or two about a thing or two. And […]

Feminism is about something very simple: equal rights between men and women. But in today’s world, and in highly scrutinized presidential campaigns, it gets very complex very quickly. Take this week’s campaign developments. Earlier this week the New York chapter of the National Organization of Women threw a rather undignified fit, pissed that the Kennedys […]

The life of writer should focus on ridding the world of cliches. Eliminating all those tired phrases and cringe-worthy crutches. Infusing the world around us with the new, the creative, the fresh. But think about how many cliches still exist about the life of a writer, or the process of writing. My favorite? Read short […]