Posted inFirst Person
My Absent Abba
My Abba and I barely spoke. And while the lives of my friends’ fathers were not as complicated as my Abba’s, their memories of daddy-daughter conversations were limited too.
Posted inGender
Breaking the Creep’s Code
Every day, some red-blooded young man asks me on social media, “How are you?” I count the number of messages it will take before he asks if I want to have “hot sex” with him.