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I’m sure my friends must think that I have moved away. Or possibly that I am out traveling the south of France, eating croissants with men named Jean-Pierre or Francois. But the fact is, I am right here in Charleston. The beautiful city of ours with its beaches, fine dining, oyster roasts, and tourist attractions there are countless things one could get into. But instead I have been doing this:
Work, work, work. My 9 to 5. My hell on Earth. Just kidding it’t not so bad. When you’re knee deep in tracheal secretions or helping someone learn how to swallow their saliva, the time goes by fast. But I do burn out really easily. And seriously as of lately my only work ambition has been to see if I can re-arrange the office so that no one else in the room can see my computer monitor.
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Ban bossy? No, ban bitchy!
Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:
The campaign promotes female empowerment in young girls, and seeks to overthrow the word “bossy,” a term often used to undermine the prowess of strong female leaders. The tagline, as said by superstar Beyoncé, is: “I’m not bossy. I’m the boss.”
Ban Bossy is headed by Lean In, a nonprofit founded by Sheryl Sandberg COO of Facebook, and the Girl Scouts; two powerful organizations with ample resources to comprehensively address female empowerment and leadership skills.
Although I am supportive of the motivations behind the campaign, I have my doubts. For one, I personally never associated the word bossy with overwhelming negativity. I always connected it with “boss.” I always used the word in the most definitive…
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For those VBA Winners who love make-up!
Originally posted on eyemasq:
When you are a little girl, dandelions don’t seem like a weed, instead they are simply beautiful little flowers that you can pick and give to your Mom or perhaps put in your hair. You certainly don’t have the faintest idea as to why adults seem to concern themselves with their removal. I’ve always thought they were pretty little rays of sunshine, poking their heads up among the grassy forest. It seems like sort of a needless fight really… yet people spend their hard earned money every year waging war. Don’t worry, I live in an apartment, so I’m not your neighbour and you don’t have to worry about my lawn being the bane of your existence.
Their sunny little faces always made me happy. In fact, I should probably use the words “make me happy” given that it was just over a year ago that I found myself picking…
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A collection of stories by women…
Originally posted on CHALK THE SUN:
The “I finished my novel” honeymoon recedes into memory like the scent of suntan lotion on last year’s bikini. The road to publication stretches as far as the eye can see. And damn. That road ain’t paved with yellow bricks.
The lovely, optimistic and oft-asked, “When’s your book coming out?!” is answered with a cheery “Someday, I hope!” while inside my heart stutters. The true answer is, “Well, you see, writing a book and publishing a book? It’s the difference between graduating from university and getting a job. The first is never a guarantee of the second. You got the goods, and hopefully the goods are good. But before anyone buys your goods, you must do all the hard work of selling them.”
First, generous strangers and writing buddies dissect your pounds of literary flesh.. You revise, then pay a story editor cash money to tear apart your work again. Revise…
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A Christian turned atheist; and a poet as well.
Originally posted on Life Sans God:
I bring my beautiful child-self outside to play. We…
go to the beach
wiggle our toes in the sand and water
build a huge castle with a moat
hop and run in the shallow water
dive underneath the crashing waves
hop with the waves as they repeatedly hit us in the chest
toss balls and Frisbees
join beach games
flop on our towels to bask in the sun
drink yummy fruity drinks
dance like crazy to the loud music
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Lovely photograph with lovelier words…
Originally posted on random acts of writing [+ art]:
After weeks of too cold too snowy too icy, a sunny, blue-sky 45-degree moment arrived yesterday. I wasted no time and went to the woods.
So did the 4,335 thoughts I’ve been carrying around with me since December.
The lot of us followed a well-trod path through the forest on a slow, not-so-quiet, walk around the pond.
“Will you just shut up,” I kept admonishing them, out loud, like a crazy woman muttering under her breath. (No wonder I’ve been feeling like The Shining’s Jack Torrance lately.)
By the end of the walk I almost recognized my self. I almost felt again like that beautiful zen creature who effortlessly finds quiet in the woods. Almost, but not quite.
Photo ©2014, Jen Payne
The Vagina Monologues… at Columbia University – like yesterday, I think?
Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:
The noted collection by Eve Ensler brings attention to the plight of women in the world. As a part of the global V-Day Campaigns, the controversial play is an unapologetic pronouncement in femininity and sexuality. It critiques the hardships many self-identified women face, while acknowledging the social rewards and come with carrying emotive female genitalia.
Already a contentious staple in cultural dialogue, the Columbia VagMo run will feature an all women of color cast. The added layer of race, self identity, and ethnic background are sure to arouse suspicion and hesitancy from those people uncomfortable with unabashed diversity.
I will be in the play. I’m The Woman Who Loved to Make Vaginas Happy. My monologue is challenging; I’m a tax attorney turned lesbian dominatrix. I go into detail about my rise in profession, and how much I love the…
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