I’ve been thinking about Hestia lately, the virgin goddess of home and hearth. Basically, her story goes like this: she was pursued by both Apollo (the god of the sun) and Poseidon (the god of the sea), but rejected both of them and chose to remain a perpetual virgin in order to keep the peace. As a reward, Zeus gives her the duty of maintaining the fires of the Olympian hearth. Oh, and the hearth isn't portable, so she was rewarded with a life in the kitchen... forever.
I am standing in a museum surrounded by marble statues of people from worlds long gone; they are echoes of some other unreal time. History is like that to me, it never feels real. I pick a bench in a sunny, windowed corner to sit and write. I've come here to try to dispel the dark clouds that have been chasing me this week
Earlier this year, I was chosen to read an essay about motherhood as a member of the 2013 cast of the Listen to Your Mother Show. It was an amazing night full of wonderful stories by talented writers all celebrating motherhood. I was so honored to be a member of the cast this year. Here is the video of me reading my essay, The Vagina-Mommy Incident. It's about the time I thought it would be a good idea to tell Kai the proper name for our genitals and how great that went
I drew this comic last year and thought I would re-post it this week in celebration of the supreme court ruling on the defense of marriage act. I spent a good portion of my week at the state capitol building protesting a bill that would restrict women's freedoms in Texas. When you try and explain things like sb5 and doma to a 5 year old boy and he looks at you like you're crazy... not because you are fighting them... but because they even exist in the first place, it really puts it into perspective. Let's all stop trying to control each others bodies and hearts. No one loses when we let others pursue happiness.
Seeing as how today is the first day of summer, I feel it would be appropriate to celebrate this day by saying, omg, I can’t stand summer. I’m not a fan of summer for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I get SAD in the summer. Seasonal Affective Disorder (or its cutesy acronym SAD) is depression that occurs during certain times of the year. Most people who have the disorder get it in the winter because it gets dark and they get mopey and are all, Maaaaaan, I miss summer, and I’m like, Whatever losers! Woo Hoo! Dark and cold rocks! Let’s run naked through the woods! - right in their sad faces.