A letter to my Ex-Mother In Law: You weren’t just a double agent, you were a general of the patriarchy and you taught your son its ways.
Death on your lips: Now I see the cost of silence in the face of injustice. This time, the costs are mine to bear.
[W]hile we start early to teach little girls that they are responsible for the sexual attention they draw to themselves, I have hardly seen the same energy used to repudiate the assaulters.
The book you judge by its cover: My book, my judgment, my burden. […] misunderstood because of its skin.