Roller derby has a problem. Roller derby supposedly prides itself on being open to every size and body type. I do believe that is how it was truly intended when modern roller derby began just over 10 years ago. Teams recruited anyone to play, understanding that bigger people can make great blockers and even very … Continue reading Your Fat Derby Friend
You ever have that feeling where you're excited about doing something, but scared at the same time? Ever feel like you know something is fun once you start doing it, but really wanna puke thinking about it? That's my relationship with roller derby. I've always been fat. I'm not using "fat" as a bad word, … Continue reading Back to Skating
For the past month, I have had the privilege of writing for SuperFit Hero. This company is a fitness brand that enables athletes to find quality clothing that is ethically produced and body positive. As an athlete that does not find clothing that usually works for me, having something that makes me feel confident and … Continue reading Women’s History Month: Athlete Profiles
My Fiona Sue has been with me since 2002. She has made me laugh, collected my tears and soothed my anxieties. I adopted Fiona when I lived in St. Louis and in seminary. I found that I really did need a fur baby to help me cope with the stresses of school. I broke the … Continue reading My Baby Girl: Fiona
When I was younger, I used to think that Women's History Month was stupid. Why would we "women" have to be separated out from the men? Why weren't we all considered the same? My parents taught me to be kind and respectful and also that I could do anything a boy or man could do. I … Continue reading Women’s History Month
The election shocked a lot of us and most of my friends. I have been withdrawn and depressed, more so than usual. I quit Facebook for over a month and read first source news: The Athens Messenger, The Washington Post and The New York Times to name a few. I felt more grounded and happier … Continue reading Preparing to March
When I was a little girl, I was told I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up, even the President of the United States. I grew up thinking that to be true. I could be President, not that I really wanted to be. But I believed it to be accessible. Then I … Continue reading Madam President
I broke. I broke when my Mom died. My soul felt like it faded away that October morning. My desire and will and happiness drained away and I was left a hollow shell. I broke. In May I just started to pull myself from the hole of my depression. I had found roller derby again. I had … Continue reading I Broke.