Fright, Flight, or Fight
Women: feel your feelings. Then, stop numbing them and take action
I refreshed the page again, and again, willing a more desirable option to magically appear.
Singapore tops many “best places to live” lists. With sustainability high on their to-do list, an incredible food scene, and a higher quality of living than most places on Earth, the city-state seemed appealing at first glance but what would their cane-wielding leaders do when my kids accidentally kicked a soccer ball through someone’s dual-paned window?
Scandinavia was out too — it was too white, the people were too gorgeous, and even with global warming it would remain way too cold during my lifetime. While the Hobbit life appealed, New Zealand’s gorgeous landscape and on-point political policies were still floating atop a quickly rising sea.
I refreshed again, desperate to go somewhere. Anywhere. I needed an out. I’d felt this way before. After my parents first fell from their pedestals when I was a teenager. After 9/11. After invading Iraq. After Trump. But I always fell back on trusting the checks and balances of the U.S., believing in others like me fighting to move the dial from oppression toward equity. At least that’s how I justified staying in California. The simple comforts of peaches at the farmers market and…
