namaste, wild women

A couple of years ago, I came across this 27-year-old book written by Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Women Who Run With the Wolves. I think it came “recommended” by Emma Watson, who is also a strong proponent for pubic hair oil and other feminist ideologies. I was intrigued, so I found a copy at Half Price…

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play, girl, play

So if you haven’t heard already, this week country artist Maren Morris made her debut in Playboy magazine. I’d seen some of the preview shots on Instagram and found them rather striking – no nip, but a lot of hip cowgirl, ’70s influence. Only a few hours later, I received a text from my mom,…

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ten years

It’s been exactly 10 years since we graduated high school. 10 years since the only thing we knew to look forward to was the future. 9 1/2 years since we learned that going off to college isn’t always as carefree, easy, and breezy as it might have seemed in the movies. You see, right there,…

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walking alone

Today, I went on a hike by myself. And I realized something: that typically, whenever I do this, I’m depending on someone else to help me find the way. Whether I’m walking with a group, or following a dependable paved trail, someone is aiding me. Someone is making me feel safe so I don’t have…

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