((Mum and Dad: maybe don’t read this one. Love you!)) I’ve been feeling a little melancholy lately. Ever since #MeToo. I’ve had so many feelings that I haven’t really been able to sort them out. I want to put on the Smashing Pumpkins and…
Charlottesville is a fucking mess. So here it is: your 0-60 speed-run through your white feelings to get you on board… In no particular order. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. It is. I’m sorry. Oh my god, this is just so awful. It…
White folks – this is not about you or your feelings. Before you can do anything on this list you absolutely must purge any thoughts about “This is not America”, “I can’t believe this” or “Why can’t we all just get along?” – put a…
A few months ago I taught a workshop to young girls attending a March Break camp. It was all about giving girls ages 9-12 the confidence they need to pursue careers in traditionally male-dominated tech roles. Sounds like my kind of thing right? I decided…
Since the post on white money I’ve had some people asking me what they can do to make a difference. Many have shared their personal stories with money and the poverty mentality, but they’re still not sure what to do. There’s no one quick trick,…
I can’t talk about money without talking about my relationship to money. I grew up middle class. Or maybe upper middle class? I’m not sure what the defining features are. We only had one car most of the time, and were only allowed two gifts…
Allyship is not enough. I just came back from the Black Lives Matter Symposium in Cambridge. My friend, DiDi Delgado, a brilliant writer and truth-teller, asked me to co-facilitate the white panels with Abraham Lateiner and Debby Irving. In the process I learned something not…
Coming off the high of Ghostbusters last summer, the first Wonder Woman trailer dropped. I wrote an article about the importance of the movie to me. I dug up a story from my childhood about Wonder Woman and waxed poetic about how much this…
Dear Matt Walsh, Kindly take your patriarchal condescension and shove it. If I for one second ever believe that you give a flying fuck about women’s sports, please, let my friends know that I’ve been abducted by aliens. Can you do that for me, Matt…
Finding Anger, Forgetting Guilt. Anger is a new emotion for me. I realize I’m a 30 year old woman and I should probably have a better handle on this. But discovering anger, feeling it, naming it, and expressing it, are all part of a very…