Men and Stickers

I’ll be honest, I think about stickers when I start seeing men crawling around women’s Twitter feeds with their “Not all men” replies in response to a woman’s very honest and vulnerable tweet about being sexually harassed. Surely, these are men who need to be given a sticker that reward…

How I Love to Watch My Courier Burn

The courier font is clean. I appreciate its lines, its control.  It looks crisp, like my button-downs fresh from the dry cleaners. The courier is lightly starched and pressed.  Precisely how I like my life.  My appearance.  I like things courier fonted. Ordered. Straightened.  Symmetrical.  Tucked in.  That’s me. Or at least,…

Hello December (It seems we’ve met)

I turn 40-years-old today, December the Second, and for some reason this age is supposed to bother me. Social commentary has preached from its pulpit for so long that 40 is a hard age for women, that women dread watching the 9 turn to 0, and they will do anything…

When It’s Hard to Trust in a Season of Fear

When I first Monochrome by H.M. Jones, I felt like I met an author who knew my life story. H.M. and I hit it off right away when we began working together under the old Gravity Imprint with the now defunct Booktrope Publishing. That’s what it is like when you…