radical me . april 20 . 2010 (cafemama)

I have, of late, become reluctant to adopt others’ monikers. As “foodie” and “locavore” became tinged with privilege, I — always eager to join a movement or two — have fallen in love with more inclusive and encompassing eponyms. “Urban homesteader” is one of my favorite, evocative as it is of that pioneer spirit infusing the stories I loved most as a child, Laura Ingalls Wilder, the Oregon Trail, plucky tales of girls who ran, jumped, forded streams, let fruit juices stream down their brown-in-the-sun cheeks, stitched hems on cotton lawn, cooked a whole pig, midwived their sisters, their friends. And descriptive: I love a descriptive name. A name, you see, should above all name.

There have been others, of course, through the years that seemed to fit. I’ve known and loved “voluntary simp

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