Sunday, June 23, 2019

It’s Not Easy to Parent When Your Soul is Leaving Your Body

It’s Not Easy to Parent When Your Soul is Leaving Your Body

My post-partum depression recovery was long and filled with brain zaps.

Just submitted this for a Human Parts prompt.
Since I started writing again a year ago, I've known this story was going to have to come out, but I've been afraid to face it. I bawled as I wrote it. I hope it ends up being therapeutic for me.
Photo by Davide Pietralunga on Unsplash

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Right Now, The United States is Running Concentration Camps - Jewish Perspective

Right Now, The United States is Running Concentration Camps

As a Jew, I can tell you Never Again is not just about us.

I just published this on Medium. I kept reading stories about conditions in these US concentration camps, and I needed to raise my voice. Brainstorming what else I can do. I don't want to be a bystander.
Prison Bars with Human Shadow Photo by Ye Jinghan on Unsplash

Monday, June 17, 2019

A Fertilized Egg is Not a Human Being

A Fertilized Egg is Not a Human Being

Humans are worth protecting because we are feeling creatures with a desire to live, not because we contain human DNA.

"I have a uterus, and my body autonomy is under attack.
As more and more states pass abortion bans and restrictions, Conservatives continue to claim “life begins at conception.” They seem to suggest, if only we can agree the cells of a fertilized egg are alive, we’ll also agree it’s okay to legally force a woman (or trans or nonbinary person with a uterus) to give birth.
But this simplification ignores that a live cell is not the same as a thinking, feeling, socially attached creature with a desire to live. The cut roses on my kitchen table are alive. The bacteria in and on my body are alive. Even if, for some reason, we’re talking only about human DNA, the still-sticky sperm in the tube sock on your bedroom floor is alive."

Published in Fearless She Wrote on Medium.
Smiley face egg photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Baking Bread with My Grandmother's Ghost

Baking Bread with My Grandmother’s Ghost

My parents didn’t cook, so I learned to bake from an old VHS of my Grandmommy.

Published in One Table, One World on Medium.
Rolls Photo by Monika Grabkowska on Unsplash


My Human Parts Debut has gone viral.

In the week since I published I Don't Understand Straight People, Even Though I'm Married to One, it's gotten over 24K views (over 3.4K from Twitter alone) and, by itself, made more money than I'd previously made in a month writing for Medium. Whoa.

More than ever, I understand now that one fantastic piece is worth so much more (to me) than a million okay pieces.

Of course, not everyone's into it. I wrote this piece about the negative feedback I've received and my response to it: I Expected the Homophobic Trolls, But Why Are Lesbians Mad at Me?

I know I just said I realized the power of publishing fantastic stuff--and I'm not really claiming that this response piece fits that description--but I also just really wanted to get my response out there.
Blurred Rainbow Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash