We were sexual targets, marked as eternal sluts for exploring the desires only acceptable in men.

Southerners have mastered picking, choosing, and rationalizing religious texts to fit their social agenda better than their own mother’s fried chicken recipe.

Incarceration is the way a woman is expected to date like a soccer goalie, shuffling back and forth to block the balls constantly flying in her direction and shamed the moment she lets one slip...

I was nothing but a failure. A fucked-up, broken shame.I was nothing but this emptiness. A shell ruined by fame.Don’t be afraid to shatter, baby, if that will set you free.I’ll find you in the...

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence.

I gave you my heart, but it wasn’t enough.

Are you following me?” she asks, but doesn’t meet my gaze.”Yeah,” I say.”Why?”I give her the only honest and true answer I have. “You’re where I want to be.

I won’t do that when I’m a parent. I’ll make different mistakes, of course.

Why shouldn’t I be introspective? We dont’ make sense.””Neither do Chocolate and Peanut Butter, but it somehow works.” He says “Somehow the mixture of two things is genius.

My wakeup call wasn’t some light switch of empowerment. From as early as preschool I feared that if I didn’t grow up to be the pretty princess men fawned over, I was a failure. That...

Incarceration is when nobody writes a happy ending for a woman without a man.

Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.