In December of 2013, I was unemployed, unhappy, and desperately trying to figure out what to do about both. I needed to find a new job, and yet I was hesitant to chase after any job that was too much like my old one, because it had been a major supplier of misery and anxiety […]
Long before I knew I was a feminist, I was a worker’s rights activist. Somewhere in the depths of my house, there is a picture of me, nine years old, in a IBEW tee shirt that came down to my knees, marching in support of strike workers at the Detroit News and Free Press.
“She is more dangerous than a thousand rioters…” – The Chicago Police Department description of Lucy Parsons