What #MeToo Tweets Reveal

San Francisco State University Assistant Professor of Economics Sepideh Modrek recently published the results of a study she and her research team conducted to analyze more than 12,000 #MeToo tweets posted from October 15 to October 21, 2017. This timeframe, you'll recall, encompassed the initial tsunami of outcries in response to Alyssa Milano's now famous tweet … Continue reading What #MeToo Tweets Reveal

With Sexual Harassment, Almost Counts

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Overt sexual harassment in the workplace may be decreasing but sexism or gender bias is increasing, The Boston Globe reported a few weeks ago in an article titled “Women facing ‘massive increase in hostility’ in workplace, #MeToo-era study says.” Reporter Katie Johnston wrote that the subset of men who feel threatened by the increasingly loud … Continue reading With Sexual Harassment, Almost Counts

Excerpt: Shelby Remembers

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In today's post for Book Launch Week, here's the first of many excerpts I'll be publishing to give you a glimpse of the plot for Horseshoes and Hand Grenades (and hopefully encourage you to buy it). In this short but telling bit, Shelby is musing... I was twenty-two when I let the memories in. They’d … Continue reading Excerpt: Shelby Remembers

#HAHG Radio Interview from the K-Zone “Lunchbox”

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Doing a live radio interview for "The K-Zone Lunchbox" with Travis at WPKZ-Radio (105.3 FM/1280 AM), in Fitchburg, Mass., last Friday was a blast! It was my first chance to talk about Horseshoes and Hand Grenades on the radio, and Travis was an amazing interviewer. I've sat in on many a radio interview over the … Continue reading #HAHG Radio Interview from the K-Zone “Lunchbox”

Poem: Portrait

A dear friend who understands the incest and sexual harassment themes of Horseshoes and Hand Grenades is allowing me to publish her original poem here on my blog. <3 Portrait My brother lifts the blanket off my feet. His fingers climb my inner thighs. I am eight. He tells me to be quiet. I flatten … Continue reading Poem: Portrait