The Writing Closet

If we’re being precise, I’ve been a trans-parent (someone with a transgender child) for over thirty years, but I didn’t know that until abo...

The best part about having my blog Liebstered, is passing the Liebster torch on.  There are so many kickass blogs out there to choos...

Anne Goodwin  (run right now and read her Annecdotal  blog) put a lovely surprise in my message box this week  –  a  nomination for the Li...

Whitney Thore Whitney Thore is a dancer who, in her late teens, inexplicably gained a lot of weight.  By the time she received a med...

Flight or fight.  Decisions. Her eyes widened a fraction of a millimetre, the tiny jaw muscles tight as she calculated the distance t...

When I was younger, some of my male friends had an inexplicable compulsion to define femininity for me.  It seemed arrogant, speaking as an...

So there I was, minding my own business, expecting to get my hair done, and she says to me, ‘Would you want a cat?’  A big ole neutered tom...