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Beetles, bras, books, and burdock

I started my day brunching with Tammy Oler, a contributing Bitch writer who recently moved from Denver to Brooklyn. We met at a Middle Eastern restaurant in Brooklyn, where we drank too much coffee and geeked out about nonprofit organizing and online versus print publishing.

After, we strolled through Fort Greene Park where we stumbled upon a bizarre looking beetle/bee of sorts that...

Fancying it up in the Lower East side

We arrived back in New York in the early afternoon. Tonight's party was organized by the wonderful Deanna Zandt, a media tech smartie who works with many leftie media outlets. (She'll be presenting a workshop at the WAM! (Women, Action, and the Media) conference at the end of March called The Revolution will use Media Technology.) She also cuts a fine strawberry.

Tonight's...

Mini quiches and meerkats in Cambridge

This morning we met up with Amy Hoffman, editor of the Women's Review of Books and author of the soon-to-be-released An Army of Ex-Lovers. We met at Zaftig's, a Jewish deli, where we chatted over oatmeal and borscht about what's happening at the Women's Review and what it's like living in Boston. After that we were off to meet Jaclyn Friedman, program director at the Center for New Words,...

"I hate pop culture!”

After fetching tonight's food and drink, Lisa and I took the train out near Boston College to meet up with two of the folks at Our Bodies Ourselves, the Boston Women's Health Book Collective — Judy Norsigian, one of the founders and current executive director, and Wendy Brovold, who handles communications and outreach.

We'd arranged to meet at Judy's house, and we arrived early....

Jarred brains and Boston chill

Last night's cranberry salsa was delicious, but after four days of party food, we both felt like an infusion of vegetables was in order. So we ate salads, kale soup, and carrot juice for breakfast. 

And I took one last pumpkin photo.

We had some down time this morning, so upon the suggestion of last night's party co-host, we visited the Mutter Museum (also known as...

Pumpkins in Philly

On the subway this morning, I sat next to a man reading, Why Men Marry Bitches. Somewhat comically, the woman sitting on the other side of me was reading Che Guevara's essays on How to Change the World.

Lisa and I met again at Penn Station, where we boarded our train to Philadelphia. This city wasn't part of our original plan, but a loyal supporter had generously offered to help...

The closest I'll ever get to Sacha Baron Cohen (and I'm ok with that)

We took a train back to New York this morning and headed to the grocery store for food and drink for tonight's fundraising party. Unbeknownst to us, a good chunk of the city's population had this, Indigenous People's Day, off. And a good chunk of them decided to spend it grocery shopping. I'd never seen such chaos at a grocery store. It even reigned in the restrooms— a long line of people...

Overheated in DC

As I climbed the stairs from the subway headed for Penn station, the strap on my enormous bag broke, so I was left carrying it like a sack of potatoes. Which was a huge bummer because I'd left my other bags in Brooklyn. 

Lisa was waiting for me inside the station, and we boarded the train to Washington, DC. It was close to 90 degrees when we exited the train station to board the...

Bitch in Brooklyn

Perched on a Brooklyn patio in still-perfect weather, Lisa and I mapped out our time here. Then it was off to our first fundraising house party, hosted by Jennifer Baumgardner—who's interviewed in our current issue about her new book, Look Both Ways: Bisexual Politics.

Apparently, the wording on our invitation caused some confusion, and several attendees misinterpreted the phrase "...

B-word on the East Coast

Today is Day One of our first-ever fundraising trip. It’s an incredibly exciting time for us—venturing outside our little bat cave to meet some of our supporters on the other side of the country, and do some fundraising and education to keep our nonprofit operation thriving.

I flew from our headquarters in Portland, Oregon to New York City, and was greeted by Bitch cofounder...

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