I've always had something to prove. I’m short. Left-handed. Texan. It’s not something I think much about because I inherited my mother’s confidence. The interesting thing about confidence is that it doesn’t buffer you against very specific, very particular kinds of insecurities. Sometimes they’re rooted in things you can see, at other times they catch … Continue reading Motivation


Before The I Do: Love Is Not a Marriage

I wasn't sure if I believed in marriage. It was antiquated. It was oppressive. It was rooted in the myth of female subjectivity. Rooted in a historical legacy of woman as property: capable of, needing to be, and wanting to be owned. It was the aspiration of overzealous evangelicals, cloaked in insincere holiness, in inauthentic … Continue reading Before The I Do: Love Is Not a Marriage