Ravishly presents an exclusive look at the cover and excerpt from of Strung Out, our very own Erin Khar's inspiring and enlightening memoir.
This isn’t an essay about how “woke” I am — instead, it’s a journey of reclamation and standing in my power, which started with my getting sober.
Jennifer Herbstritt (sister) and Jeremy Herbstritt on their aunt's front porch. (Courtesy of the Herbstritt family)
While planning to have a child of my own, I often asked myself: What would it feel like to parent a child who later died unexpectedly in a school shooting?
I did it. I finally did it. And it only took my whole family dying to get me here.
Jennifer Pastiloff wants to help people. And by people, I mean pretty much everyone on the planet.
Anti-choice folks love to say that these laws aren’t about controlling and punishing a large portion of the population, they are about the sanctity of life. And life, according to those who are anti-choice, begins when sperm meets egg.
If my pro-choice state did not uphold barriers to abortion, I would not have lost use of my reproductive organs.
My great-grandmother died from an infection after a botched abortion.
As a Black woman, I don’t have the luxury of not caring what others think about me.
Selling my wedding dress was the final act of purging my failed three-year marriage.