On Not Knowing My Own Strength (and Angry-Crying a Little)

The woman told us the hike to Refugio Lopez was easy. I’ve taken her on it, she said, gesturing toward her daughter, who was maybe 8 years old. We had just been told that the Patagonian hike we wanted to do, up to the hanging glacier on Cerro Tronador, was extremely treacherous, that we should …

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I still have anxiety…

Almost 2 years ago, I wrote a blog post called "I have anxiety, so I bought a sassy mug." It was, I think, my first time publicly writing about my mental health issues—the mild-to-moderate depression and anxiety that have dogged me most of my life. At times, I've worried that, although responses to that blog …

#shorthairdontcare and Smashing the Patriarchy

Yesterday, I took my lunch break to walk over to my hair salon. My hair was the longest it had been in over 3 years, when I first did a big chop. I had grown it out for my wedding and, if I do say so myself, I was working the short bob. But when …