Permission

It’s okay. You’ve known who you are for years. A woman who relishes solitude and freedom to move through life untethered. You wrestle with describing and depicting it. Sometimes you nail it with eloquence. Often you’re standing on a table in a crowded room shrieking at an uninterested audience. You’ve …

#SkinnyBlackJams: Break Up Songs

You’re done. You’ve deleted the text threads. Changed his name to “Do Not Call.” Unfollowed, muted, and blocked him into Social Media Purgatory. What else do you need? A break-up playlist. Not the Amy Winehouse-I’m-devastated-and-holed-up-in-my-room-with-a-bottle-of-wine playlist. You need a You-Got-Me-Fucked-Up-And-I’m-Out playlist. I’m talking busted windows, freak ’em dresses, and a …