Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud
I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
“How important is it for you to finish high school in Newtown?” Just what every hormonal high school boy wants to hear, when he’s finally a varsity player on different teams, has friends, good grades, and – miraculously – just discovered girls, other than his sisters, weren’t nearly as super annoying as previously thought. Nope, not at all. But in November 2016, Trump the GOP candidate for President, and while I never ever ever thought he’d actually
I didn’t want to go to Washington. I don’t believe any of us did. Getting on a bus at 1:30 in the morning for the five-hour pussy pilgrimage to DC to march in unity against assaults on [insert female and/or marginalized community of your choice]’s civil liberties, freedom, and safety back, say 30-50-100+ years, give or take, was not on the top ten list of anyone: white, black, brown, rich, poor, educated, old, young,
Like most women, the relationship we have with our hair stylist is sacrosanct. We’d cheat on our husbands before we’d leave our stylists. This is not hyperbole. This is truth. No one, regardless of credentials and school and referrals, can do our hair like the person who does our hair. So it is written. My appointments are booked months in advance. Now that I have short hair, I had to rethink
This was supposed to be fun, open up the creative juice box (ooh, that sounds dirty), instill self-discipline, offer a sense of accomplishment, establish a pattern of daily writing that can only make me rich. Or famous. Or maybe just happy. I challenged myself with National Blog Posting Month #NaBloPoMo, to post one blog a day for month of November. I was ready. I am ready. I can do this. Here is
Once upon a time, a small organization called Connecticut Against Gun Violence did really good work with very little fanfare to reduce gun violence in our little state. They had a couple hundred Facebook fans – maybe, less active members, a teeny tiny budget, and a staff of 1-1/2, or thereabouts. And then. After the horror of the Sandy Hook shooting, regular people from all over the state flocked to CAGV with emails, phone calls, checks, and
Got this text from my kid this morning, a female college senior at what’s considered by some a dude engineering school, ready to graduate and make her mark on the world. Rough day, eh America? Suddenly the land of the free and home of the brave is transformed into the home of the privileged, and not-so-privileged, white male. Bring us your racist, misogynistic, fear mongering, xenophobe sexual predator tax cheating liars.
I can’t write much about the pussy grabbing misogynistic racist running for president, but Election Day is looming, so here it goes, even though it hurts my heart, brain, and vagina to do so. I want him to lose and go away, far, far away, and then I want HRC’s primary focus to be education so that perhaps our electorate will learn enough to know when an evil person is force-feeding intolerable notions
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...
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xo Kate