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Layce and I were going into Lowes to get paint. As we walked across the parking lot toward the entrance, I asked Layce about the state of my neck. “Do you think I have a yoga neck?”


“A what?” she asked, not looking up as she studied the list of supplies we needed for painting the porch, the dining room floor, and a beautiful old rocking chair. Emma was out of town so we decided to go on a painting frenzy. Emma’s not fond of change so we do things while she’s away, take a photo, and send it to her so she has time to adjust before she experiences the change up close and personal.

“Yoga neck, you know, with the muscular cords on the side of your neck that ‘scream look at me I am super fit because I do yoga twelve hours a day.’ I do a…

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I got metaphorically spanked a couple of days ago. Folks have been talking about the Fearless Girl statue ever since it was dropped in Manhattan’s Financial District some five weeks ago.I have occasionally added a comment or two to some of the online discussions about the statue.

Recently most of the Fearless Girldiscussions have focused on the complaints by Arturo Di Modica, the sculptor who createdCharging Bull. He wantsFearless Girl removed, and that boy is taking a metric ton of shit for saying that. Here’s what I said that got me spanked:

The guy has a point.

This happened in maybe three different discussions over the last week or so. In each case I explained briefly why I believe Di Modica has a point (and I’ll explain it again in a bit), and for the most part folks either accepted my comments or ignored them. Which…

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Thank you. I can honestly say I have never thought of misogyny from this angle.

layce gardner

42 percent of women voted for Trump. They willingly voted for a man who treated women like objects, and who bragged about grabbing their pussy without their consent. He raped and beat his first wife. He’s had five children by three different women. And almost half of the women in America are okay with that.

I don’t entirely blame the rise of Trump on men. No, it’s not the angry white men that are solely responsible. I’ve known all along how much men hate me because I’m a woman. It’s the women who hate women that surprised me. Shocked me to my core. Over the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that women are misogynists, too. They are perhaps the worst perpetrators of misogyny.

Don’t believe me? Look at your TV. There are TV sitcoms where fat white boys have beautiful, stacked wives. Have you ever sat and watched…

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saxon bennett

The story of little Miss Fidget begins as a young girl with unflattering hair is forced into the educational system. This known fidgeter is moi. I tried to convince my mother that after having tried kindergarten for half a day that I had decided it wasn’t a good fit for me so I wouldn’t be going back. Imagine the shock and awe of this revelation when she told me I had no choice. It was prison or kindergarten. (Just kidding.) The fidgeter was born.

I did my best to keep my fidgeting discreet after I got called out and told to “Sit still or I will dip your toes into a pool of alligators.” (My kindergarten teacher believed in tough love.) By the second grade and all through college I figured out a way to fidget without detection.

The method to this is to sit in the third row…

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I’m beyond thrilled to finally have a piece written up and presented to Tea and Bannock about a very special and hardworking group of Deh Cho Ladies who are involved with the ‘Dehcho Dene Zhatié: Indigenous Language Revitalization Program.

I hold this program close to my heart because firstly I saw firsthand how they have been working day and often very late nights on reclaiming their language, taking in as many Dene Zhatié words and phrases, reclaiming their space and identity as a dene person– here is a group of fearless women who are dedicated and determined to revive their mother tongue to teach their children, siblings and others who are interested. I can’t help but to feel excited and extremely proud of these ladies.

I reached out to Dahti Tsetso who is from Fort Simpson and asked if she wanted to explain who she is, why it’s important for…

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saxon bennett

I had just returned from Washington where I’d been visiting family and friends. I sat at the kitchen bar amid stacks of paper, several library books, and my laptop.

Layce eyed me and asked the question that gets asked a lot in our house. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to come up with a grocery list that adheres to all the dietary restrictions I learned about when I was in Washington. Everyone there is on these certain diets. I thought we’d give them a try.”

“Let me guess… you’re doing research?”

“Precisely. See one diet is completely sugar-free. You wouldn’t believe all the stuff that has sugar in it. We’ll need to make our own ketchup, barbeque sauce, mayonnaise…”

Layce interjected, “That sounds like a lot of work.”

“Then we’ll just go sauceless. We can make ice cream that kind of tastes real by using coconut milk because we…

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layce gardner

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with purses. I know many lesbians don’t like to carry a purse. Maybe because it’s too feminine. Maybe because it’s a pain in the butt to tote it around. I have vacillated between love and hate with my purse.

Like I said, it’s very complicated.

I started carrying a purse when I started my period. You  have to have some place to carry your once-a-month essentials. I got a cute blue suede purse with a long macrame rope strap.  I put my plastic tampon case with blue daisies inside it. Then I loaded it all up with everything a young woman might need during the course of a day: Jean Nate body spray, Aqua Net, pooka shell necklaces, and a paperback copy of Jonathan Livingston Seagull.


Then during high school, I said no to the purse and the establishment. I viewed the purse…

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saxon bennett

Election night was terrifying. We all saw it happen, but no one saw it coming. This is how it went down with me:

My heart pounded as the votes started coming in. Hillary-3, Trump-19.  I looked over at Layce. “Should I be freaking?

“No. See all those states,” Layce said, pointing at the map on the television. “Those are hers.”

I watched as she lost more states to the red devils.

“She’s losing Florida,” Layce said, chewing on her fingernails.

“She’s going to lose. On Twitter they are giving the election to Trump as 55%,” I said.

I went upstairs, put Pink Floyd on, sat in my bean bag chair and tried to find that 14 year-old girl who didn’t have to think of big things—like being rounded up for being gay.

More losses.

Upstairs, I lay on my bed in the dark. I sent out energy to people to…

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Unrequited Love

I hear you on this one. The few times I really wanted to vote but they don’t let Canadians vote in America. Don’t know why. lol

layce gardner

I loved her from the moment I saw her. She had a way about her, an aura or something, that caught my attention and wouldn’t let go. Even though she was wearing a dress with big flowers and padded shoulders (this was the 90s, after all) I found her to be sexy. Sexy in a smart, librarian, kind of way. I’ve always been drawn to smart women. There’s just something so damn sexy about when they take down their hair and slip off their glasses.

A lot of people thought she was an ice queen. But I knew better. I could see the fire of passion simmering deep inside her. I also knew that I would love the chance to melt that ice queen.

Then, of course, there’s the fact that I’ve always had a thing for older women. Older women know what they want and they’re not afraid to…

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A Moment of Clarity

Silent rebellion

layce gardner


I’ve been feeling a lot like Linus in that cartoon lately. I love mankind but I hate Trump. I hate Republicans. I hate white supremacists. I hate the Christians who hate me. I’ve been walking around with a very heavy, hate-filled heart ever since 11/9.

I hate hate. I want to get it out my heart, out of my life. But I didn’t have the slightest idea how to do that.

Then I saw a facebook friend of mine write on his status: “If you want clarity, go for a walk in the woods for three months.”

The problem is that I can’t go for a walk in the woods for three months. I have a child, a wife, a business to operate, books to write, and afghans to crochet. So, I did the next best thing. I got the flu.

I was down for the count for four days…

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