How I Learned To Let Go Of Frenemies And Be My Own Friend

Throughout my adult life, I’ve had some fairly difficult friendships with women, although I truly wish it weren’t this way. I always want to be friends with women, and of […]

Dear Martha: These days there’s a lot of tension in my family — my parents constantly argue about where we’ll spend the holidays. They live together, but my mom always […]

It seems that everyone in my social circle is getting engaged or married, which has forced my boyfriend and me to finally discuss this whole marriage business. I always vaguely […]

Recently  I had the pleasure of attending a family wedding — a Mexican wedding. You gotta love Mexican weddings. And as I tweeted with a #MexicanWedding hashtag, I came to […]

In many ways, I’m old timey. I would wear a bonnet if it were socially acceptable. I wish I could churn my own butter. In high school I often dressed […]

I love machos. I hate machos. Machos are jerks. Women raise macho jerks. ¡Ay qué macho! Sigh. Sometimes, this cultural identity stuff gets kinda complicated. I suppose you could begin […]

Dear Martha: I have been married for 20 years and have two beautiful children, 19 and 13 years old. My husband is a good partner and a very good provider. […]

I remember the exact moment I became a feminist. Imagine a chubby, 12 year-old Oh Hells Nah bored at church. I was daydreaming (probably about food, as I often did) […]

After the piece I wrote about my cruel grandmother, there was a maelstrom on my mother’s side of the family. In short, I have been shunned. Let’s just say that […]

I grew up on a street with prostitutes on the corner. The Cove Motel on Cicero Ave. teemed with ragged-looking women and unctuous, terrifying men. At the time, I had […]