Monthly Archives: November 2020

November 3, 2020 Four years ago I didn’t have a pussy hat. It wasn’t a thing I would have imagined so many women wearing. I know lots of people who thought my little group of friends in college were disgusting girls for wearing tampon costumes on Halloween. We just thought it was hilarious and provocative.Continue reading “Grab Her PussyHat”

I am 50 years old. I am a native daughter of Denver.I live with my family in a small house that is pretty much smack in the middle of the city. Our house rests on the south edge of Park Hill right off of Colfax Avenue. I have a story. Yesterday I was running aroundContinue reading “Me. Peacemaker.”