In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →

It's taken a long time to understand that the root of my, um, the root of the things I find most uncomfortable in my life, is a perceived lack of choice. It's hard to pinpoint when actual lack of choice... Read more →