The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone. For the first time in nearly a decade. And that’s scary.
To this day, there are very few shows that actually use the word bisexual, even though they drop so many hints that a character is attrated to more than one gender.
If I want a story about bisexual characters living happy lives, I either have to write it myself, or read a fanfiction. It's the Burger King of media: you can have it your way.
I realized that Chanukkah, beyond the overloaded latke plates, called to me as a narrative about escaping abusive situations and reclaiming identity.
Perhaps my grandmother already knew she was dying when she initiated our weekend shopping trips. Sometimes she drove us to the Goodwill herself.
It was a thrilling feeling to wake up in the morning without a child inches from my face asking for a bowl of cereal at 6:00 a.m., to eat breakfast I hadn’t prepared, to have only my own needs to meet.
Travelling solo for the first time allowed me to regain my sense of self outside of motherhood. It showed me that I could still be a whole and interesting person without using my kids as my stand-in.
Genre fiction is all about knowing what has been written in the canon previously, what current trends are, what audiences are excited about, and what hasn’t yet been done.
Diverse genre fiction shares a lot in common with diverse literature, in that a lot of the challenges are the same. We still have to ask a lot of questions about who gets to tell what stories, what kinds of books and authors are published, what it means to get it right, and who is on staff at the publishing houses that produce genre fiction.
I’ve been told by LGBTQ+ community members and cis straight folks that my identity isn’t real. I’m guessing they've either never seen my Top 10 Hot List (hint: it features all genders) or watched me Instagram stalk my favorite semi-celebrity crushes, because I am crushing hard on men, women, and nonbinary people.
I’ve been struggling to understand if I’m a “bad queer” or a “bad feminist” and sometimes, I think I am!
My mother and I may never see eye to eye on politics, and our value systems may seldom align. Sometimes it feels like we try to breach this divide; other times we dig a deeper rift.
Of course, I love my children. I love being a mom. But if you ask me what my name is now, I’ll tell you it’s Elizabeth – not “Molly’s mom."
Being a parent isn’t everything.