being a girl is fun: an inside look at a trip to the gyno

So you’re sitting in a busy office waiting room, waiting to have your lady bits poked and prodded by a metallic piece of equipment. There are children running around, remaining successfully un-caught by their mothers who are already another 5 months pregnant. There are very important-looking ladies having very important-looking hushed conversations on their cell…

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where have all the ladies gone?

I still remember going to some of my first guitar lessons, when my teacher would prompt me to hand over my worn blue iPod mini so he could scroll through my catalog and help me choose a good song to learn. He couldn’t believe how many female artists I had to choose from. He found…

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styling the “artist”

I had a dream the other night, something about how you’re not a true artist, you’re not fully realized in your creative passion, until you’ve completely let go.

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mindfulness v. meditation

About a week ago, I began the intensive daily practice of driving slowly out of our driveway and maintaining a low RPM to allow a gradual increase in speed up until a certain hill on our road. It sounds like a weird thing to worry about, right? I’m doing this because I was recently enlightened…

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