A poem —

Trading in work for rest for a season — I was so excited for my first sabbatical. I don’t work for a university, but my work does involve ongoing, grueling research. I’m just an author and the CEO of a rapidly expanding diversity enterprise. My company was positioned in precisely the right place to serve when the racial uprisings…

A stay-at-home-enby (non-binary) parent poem —

Stop saying it’s too complicated, it’s really not — Last night, my dad told me about an event that happened a couple of weeks ago in which a birth coach was forced to resign after saying only women could have babies. Mashable wrote, “A birth coach, living in the UK was “hounded out” of her job after posting a…

It’s time to get rid of stereotypes about nonbinary people I’ve been on hormones for almost four years. My presentation is femme. I use she/her pronouns. But I consider myself nonbinary, neither a man or a woman. Often there is this stereotype that nonbinary people must strive for perfect androgyny…

Some transgender people suffer and perish while others go unnoticed — The conversation about and acceptance of nonbinary (enby) people is still relatively new. People are still learning about nonbinary identities and appropriate gender pronoun usage. Some folks are struggling as they grow accustomed to the taste of inclusion in their mouths, stumbling awkwardly over conjugation and misgendering faux pas. Many…

Can we stop assuming that they are? — Last week, I was driving my friend home from work when she proclaimed, “I’m sort of having a gender crisis right now and I’m considering changing my pronouns.” “Oh?” I responded. “Why?” I didn’t feel as if my friend needed to justify herself (nor does anyone who is considering switching…

When I hear a greeting that includes the word “lady,” I sometimes cringe. Whether it’s “hey lady” or“good morning, ladies,” it often sparks a little pang in my chest. Believe me: I realize how dramatic this may sound. After all, it’s a simple greeting — by no means is it…

I’ve never been in the closet. I did make a pit-stop into someone else’s closet when I fell for my first official girlfriend in college. She was securely in the closet; having never dated anyone and with conservative parents she feared would never accept her queer truth. So we pretended…

When all is well, our brain is the greatest supercomputer on earth. A complex network of about 100 billion neurons, it’s not only great at processing and organising information — it’s really, really fast. Every second, somewhere between 18 and 640 trillion electric pulses are zipping through your brain. This…