FEAR. When I was about 9 years old, I remember my Dad taking us to Beaverhills House Park (Amiskwaskahegan) for a picnic. It was shortly after a murder had taken place, and the park had been remodeled to make it safer. But even then I remember my Dad talking about how it was a perfectly… Read More

This post veers wildly off into the personal, the things that usually are left unsaid. But I’ve been thinking about these issues for quite awhile, and they need to be expressed. If it can help some other little girl from believing the crap that is spewed daily about body image, beauty, strength and power, then… Read More