Representation Matters

Well this is the epitome of "everyday is a new day." Yesterday I was in a foul mood (I actually did a yoga practice called "yoga for when you're angry"). This morning I wake up to messages from my friend Monica Sakala and even though she is a busy ass woman who runs her own freaking company and is trying to get one of her kids out the door to actual school for the first time in 13 months, she sent me these pictures before 7am. I knew my latest Washington Post piece would be in print today, but I did not know it would be teased on the cover of the newspaper (!) and on the cover of the interior lifestyle section (!!).

I am enormously grateful that the attention and intention I have put behind my writing in 2021 has come to fruition in such beautiful and completely unexpected ways. And any time I experience a hint of feeling bad about sharing these moments, I think about the fact that each of these acts of sharing is not douchebag behavior, but a tiny step in dismantling the patriarchy. Representation matters.