Dear Wild Woman, If no one has said it today—take up space, darling. Let me remind you who the hell you are. You’ve always known there...

That Means We Tell Her Story Louder. Dear Wild Woman, If no one has said it today—take up space, darling. Let me remind you who the hell...

A woman is handed a microphone. And what she does with that mic is entirely up to her. She might speak into it. Cry into it. Scream or rage. She might curl up in child’s pose, the mic resting beside her—her silence still speaking loudly. She might run with it, never bring it back, feeling freedom for the very first time. She might throw it on the ground, stomp on it, and smash it to pieces...