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The Mukluk Man: An Odd but Accurate Exemplar of How Assaulted Women Are Treated

It’s time to tell my story of the Mukluk Man. Well, more accurately the story is about Mr. Intense, but Mukluk Man factors in and makes for a better title. The story itself, though, is utterly representative of how women are “handled” when it comes to being treated poorly—and often criminally—by men.

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Can It Really Be Four Years?

That’s right…it’s the 4th anniversary of The Juggle Struggle

and no one even baked a cake…

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4 Things Women Need to Do Right Now

That’s right. It’s a list. (Or, more annoyingly, a listicle.) About women. And things we need to do (or stop doing) to each other. Right now. Continue reading “4 Things Women Need to Do Right Now”

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Find Your Voice…and Use It

I’m a fan of Grey’s Anatomy, a show run by Shonda Rhimes. She is a powerhouse in the industry, and I love “hearing” her through her shows. She is strong, beautiful, loving—not claiming perfection or denying flaws—and definitely not afraid to speak up.

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Does Anger Make You Mad?

Damon Wayans has really pissed me off. The kind of pissed off where I can feel my carotid artery swelling and threatening to explode. His recent comments on his “theory” of what’s really going on with the allegations against Bill Cosby are horrifying to me. I can’t begin to articulate my thoughts on it—and I won’t here. That pot is brewing for another time.

Wayans’ comments make me angry on a number of levels. But…then what? Continue reading “Does Anger Make You Mad?”

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Cracking the Concrete Ceiling

I was blessed to be raised by parents who believed that their children could be anything that they put their minds to. While this is not a revolutionary idea, it is somewhat exceptional in the world of my upbringing because my dad’s culture—certainly at the time—didn’t really support that for women. Continue reading “Cracking the Concrete Ceiling”