Just before I left for grad school in LA, I bought the Billie Holiday Decca Masters albums. They were a constant companion during those year...

She told me that she wanted to run last year, when she was three.  Girls in tutus, sweaty, hair streaked with bright paint: she wanted to b...

It's a litte embarrassing, in some respects, to admit how long I've been taking yoga.  Embarrassing because in all these years, I ha...

At the far end of the post office lobby in the town where I work, featured prominently for the viewing pleasure of people in the queue, ther...

On April 17th, a young college student and member of a group called Feminists United was murdered in her apartment after attending a day of ...

The blogosphere was awash with Cinco de Mayo recipe posts this year, it seemed, even on BlogHer.  And I was going to ignore it, but it ticke...

"Spic." The word, directed at me, was laced with vitriol.  I was eight years old, and I didn't know what it meant; I only ...