Caitlin Hartney

Do you remember the moment you realized that the sexual revolution and the liberation it long purported to offer women is (and always has been) a fallacy?

Despite a biting lake-spun wind and skies thick with the threat of first snow, Dennice Barr arrived at Spot Coffee on Chippewa last October by foot. We were meeting to discuss her grassroots activism. Barr was coming most immediately from a meeting...

When her youngest child graduated high school, it effectively ended Liz Neadow’s tenure as home school teacher. Consequently, choices confronted the long-time stay-at-home mother. Among them, what would she do with her new-found freedom? And what...

“Women wouldn’t sit at bars if they knew how they looked.” Or so opined a bartender at a “swank” Delaware Avenue cocktail lounge in 1944. His notion of gendered respectability appeared in the Buffalo Courier-Express in March of that year amidst a...

Last month at a community swimming pool in a mostly white neighborhood in McKinney, Texas, a bikini-clad 15-year-old black female, Dajerria Becton, was violently wrestled to the ground by a white police officer. Once subdued, he proceeded to kneel on...

These are the components of The Elvis—a dessert so exceptional I can’t remember anything else I ate at the meal it capped. And that is saying a lot, considering it was served to me at The Black Sheep, which nightly turns out some of the most...

Last Thursday, I peaked at 6:40 a.m. No, that is not a euphemism, but a reference to the literal high point of my day—a confluence of exercise-induced euphoria, physical exhaustion, and a pervasive sense of accomplishment that stayed with me long...

Sometimes, you eat all the tacos with your food soulmate and wax poetically about the ways in which the thoughtful, well prepared food you shared played an important accessory to a bittersweet memory. Other times, you go to Sato Brewpub only to...