For the Love of Women

Warning: strong language, enter at your own risk. This last year I have been trying to stop using female associated words to describe negative things. I admit I swear, a lot. But lately I have been more uncomfortable with my own use of words like “pussy” and “bitch” to describe the behavior of (mostly) men… Continue reading For the Love of Women


“This is not how I imagined this moment.”

That was my first thought. The image was of me bicycling the 20 odd miles between work and home. After six years of more-or-less regular commuting, the longest of my life, my sense of adventure had led me down every possible pathway between my own little town and the College burg where a desk has… Continue reading “This is not how I imagined this moment.”