working + writing with women


I will miss everything golden (Goodbye, California)

I will miss the Avenues alleyways, especially when they are laden with fruit: cherry trees and peach trees, hidden fig trees, one hundred blooming pomegranate trees.

I will miss the gold country and my fiery friends there, I will miss the winding drive from county to county, I will miss the fragrant trees and rushing river.

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Sex and Self-Respect (or, The Art of Being a Woman)

Let me tell you what: you are not your bad decisions. You are not who you sleep with. You are not how many people you sleep with, or have slept with. You are none of these things. You are you and your sweet heart. Your fresh start is offered to you each morning you wake up. We all get an opportunity to begin again each day. I used to have a boyfriend who would always say to me “don’t be sorry, just don’t do it,” when I’d apologize for doing something lame. That really struck me the first time he said it. Because essentially he was saying that what was in the past really didn’t matter. Only what I chose to do next. And there’s a lot of freedom and forgiveness in that.

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