He Loved Me. He Loves Me Not.

My Favorite Kinds Of Movies Are The Ones That Start A Conversation.

My Mom Brought Me Up To Be A Feminist. She Would Always Point Out To My Brother And Me That Our Culture Does Often Portray Women Like Objects...

A Man Touched Me: His Hand... My Thigh. I Touched Him Too: My Fist... His Jaw.

In The Old Days, People Would Gather Around The Fire, Or They Would Gather At A Tavern, And They'd Tell A Story. And Then, Maybe A Week Later, Someone Would Tell The Same Story, But With A Different Twist On It. That's How Folk Takes Evolved.

That's What Life Is: Repetitive Routines. It's A Matter Of Finding The Balance Between Deviating From Those Patterns And Knowing When To Repeat Them.