Being an Athlete
I am an athlete. That feels hard to say, but I’ve realized that whether I recognize it or not, it is a fact. Athletes train their bodies. Athletes compete...
Author: Lindsey
Empathy for My Teenaged Self
Memory is a mysterious force. Today I was cooking some cheese-stuffed pasta shells for dinner. It’s a dish I haven’t made as an adult, but one I did...
Out of Body
There’s something about choosing an inanimate object as a Halloween costume that simultaneously amuses and unnerves people. When I was a kid I was fond of paint...
Me, You, and Everyone Too
Me, too. Of course, me, too. I struggle to imagine what sort of woman has never been harassed or assaulted. This theoretical woman would probably be the type to...
Reading Harry Potter in Spanish
Canny readers may have noticed a few mentions of Harry Potter on the list of books I read in 2016. Last year, I made it my goal to read the entire Harry Potter ...
What to Expect When You’re Divesting
I said in my last post that I would write about divesting from Bank of America. I am here to deliver. I had never really thought about where my money goes when ...
What Do We Want? Divestment
I had never gone to a protest before, until last Saturday. Things being what they are, I went to my second rally in the same week. Yesterday, I went to a “...
Blogging Through the Anger
I’m not an angry person. At least, I don’t think of myself that way. Some of my family members flare up with white-hot rage, a pyroclasticflow of ma...
2017: What Am I Doing?
It turns out that I blogged not at all this year. I was too busy doing everything else. Even though everyone around me was asking “Is 2016 the worst year ...
2016: The Year in Books
I read 43 books this year. It’s not a lot compared to last year’s 71, but it was a full year. Page count: 16,413, or 59% of what I read last year. L...