I hate the word housewife. I hate the word homemaker. These words are so loaded with patriarchal bullshit that I can barely utter them in any seriousness, much less use them to describe myself or what I do. Yet that’s…
my daughter is a willful, and passionate spirit. she chose me, just as much as i chose her, but that is another story. this weekend, my daughter slicked her face and coated her entire head in vaseline. twice. after giving…
As she sat in front of her new Samsung thirty-seven inch high definition TV, large pillows stuffed inside handmade pillow cases both adorned and propped my mother on her bed. She changed channels every few minutes to see if there…