The condensed version:
I never envisioned my midlife aspirations to include emulating Pussy Riot, but standing up for humanity has a way of changing a person. I’m a former corporate attorney set adrift following the 2008 economic downturn. I turned anti-establishment, anti-racist activist, baptized by fire in the streets of Ferguson.
Who Is She?
A parent, recovering lawyer turned cliche blogger, and writer. I was an army brat, born in Brussels, Belgium, and grew up all over the United States. I spent the majority of my working life practicing law in big law firms and corporate legal departments until recently. I’m redefining myself, which is proving financially unprofitable, but mentally nourishing and life-affirming.
Writer Jennifer McCoy
BECOMING WOKE: A privileged St. Louis lawyer struggles to understand the racism in her community that fueled Ferguson by becoming an activist, reshaping her interpretation of the American Dream. (Coming soon!)
Outnumbered Parent Jennifer McCoy
I try my best to parent my three children (a tweener and twins), which seems like too many people. I talk about parenting neuro-typical girls and my son who has a seizure disorder, ADHD and is on the autism spectrum. They are equal parts maddening and astonishing. I’m also secondly married to a man ten years my junior. He’s also maddening and astonishing. We have downsized our life, trying to get the balance right.
Friend Jennifer McCoy
I like to think of myself as a relationship whisperer. It’s similar to a horse whisperer but without hooves and barn stench. I’m kind of a friendship junkie. I genuinely like people, unless they are boring, arrogant, close-minded or do shit I find annoying. I’m very loyal and will call anyone back who will listen to me curse and calm me down when I think I’ve got herpes. Again.
Anti-racist Citizen Jennifer Mccoy
The unjustified shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson changed me. I did not realize the depths of denial and oppression associated with living in my protected, whitewashed world. I thought I had some idea being a woman working in a sexist profession, but my black and brown friends suffering racism is so wildly more intrepid. I strive to remain woke for the remainder of my days. I’ve embraced a community I can’t imagine now being without. I vow to have uncomfortable conversations about race, justice, and the things in life that really matter, in addition to my uterus, and funyuns. Those things are disgusting. (funyuns. My uterus is glorious).
I like talking about edgy topics and question everything. I’m slightly obsessed with unicorns and octopi and write about the stupid things I do, like almost shitting myself. I like Wonder Woman, but not for the reasons you might think.
Cancery Jennifer McCoy
I used to write a lot about cancer (fucking cancer) after I was diagnosed with the breast variety in 2012, but that seems like it happened to someone else. Still, I slip in posts about boobs on occasion, just to keep it real.