Kristi Pahr

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

Once your doctor or midwife has cleared you for sex and you’re feeling ready to get back in the saddle, so to speak, there are a few things you’ll need to mentally prep yourself for.

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

These women are from all over the world. They are from different socioeconomic brackets. Their assaults took place during different times over the last 35 years. The victims are completely different, but the stories are all so similar. Victims of assault, rape, harassment, coming forward, being brave and telling the truth, and being stigmatized, ostracized, blamed, ignored, ridiculed. People they love, people they trust, people whose job it is to protect them, blaming them for their assault. It’s common. Almost expected. That women are assaulted, harassed by men, is a given in our culture. That women are blamed is standard procedure. Is it really any wonder that the majority of sexual assaults go unreported? Is it really shocking that a woman would want to save herself additional trauma?

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

Soundgarden was part of something bigger, something that changed everything.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.