Aprons as Art: No Strings Attached
How many women hid their deepest desires or their most painful abuses underneath a stained and frayed apron?
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Amy Ferris
Amy's Latest Articles
The Ovary Office: This is No Time for ‘Polite’
Let me tell you what being polite does. It shrinks our soul, diminishes our shine, and it keeps us wedged—tucked—into a corner.
Monthly Column: WRighteous
When a pet dies: Heartbreak is heartbreak; it shouldn’t be weighed by circumstance.
Weekly Column: WRighteous
I no longer needed to prove to myself or to anyone that I was the ever loyal daughter to a woman who was not an ever loyal mother.
Weekly Column: WRighteous
This is the year where hand baskets go out of fashion, because we are not going to hell, we are going to raise hell.
Weekly Column: WRighteous
How do you describe a human who was filled with all of life – every bit of it – the good, the bad, the ugly, the horrific, the broken, the awful – the beauty – and managed to sweep in and make you feel as if you were the most important person in her world for a minute or two or three…
WRighteous: In Honor of Nancy Pelosi
And sometimes it takes one seventy-eight year old feisty tough broad to prove that yes, Goddess yes, a woman’s place is mostly definitely in the House.
Weekly Column: WRighteous = #TragicChoices
But here, back in 2008, my mother was telling me that she didn’t want me. And the pieces fit; all the cracked and messy and edgy frayed pieces fit.
Weekly Column: WRighteous
You can’t take a knee, but you can take a bullet.
Weekly Column: WRighteous – #ThanksGivingLove
Because they saw beauty in you before you ever did.
