Lindsay Merbaum
http://lmerbaum.com
Lindsay Merbaum is a San Francisco Bay Area fiction writer and essayist whose work has appeared in Electric Literature, Bitch Media, Hello Giggles, KQED and Reductress.
Latest Articles

Why I Don't Feel Safe In Trump's America

On Election Night night, I sat on my girlfriend's couch in my royal blue "I'm With Her" blouse and watched, stunned, as the country handed the presidency to Donald Trump. "He's going to win, he's going to win," I murmured to myself over and over. I'm…
By Lindsay Merbaum

The History Of Women Drinkers Explored In New Book

The law currently on the books allows for anyone over the age of 21 to enjoy a nice cocktail or beer, but once upon a time in the old US of A, the act of imbibing alcohol—and the establishments wherein one could do so—were considered the domain of me…
By Lindsay Merbaum

Why Won't Men Leave Me Alone When I'm Reading?

A few weeks ago, I decided to treat myself to a drink after work at Absinthe, an upscale brasserie in San Francisco that serves fancy cocktails, oysters, and other delectable fare. I’ve been an occasional patron of this spot for long enough to watch …
By Lindsay Merbaum

'Jessica Jones' And Abuse

He shoves me up against the door, cups his hand over my mouth. I’m screaming for help, but it’s like he’s forced my voice back down my throat. I am utterly powerless in this moment, and though I am powerless every minute of every day with him, I feel…
By Lindsay Merbaum

A Dress Code Forced Me To Police Girls' Bodies

In the year I worked as a public high school teacher, it was my job to police girls’ bodies — and by that I mean I enforced the school dress code. I had to make sure my students' shorts and skirts reached their fingertips when they held their arms st…
By Lindsay Merbaum

8 Things That Changed When I Quit Drinking

I used to drink. A lot. Not fall-down-drunk-always-hungover a lot, but a fair bit of booze went down my throat. While I hardly ever drank at home, my busy social calendar was packed with after-work friend dates, almost all of which took place at bars…
By Lindsay Merbaum

Dear Imaginary Daughter...

Dear Imaginary Daughter: You don't exist, but sometimes I like to pretend you do. In my mind, you're smart and precocious, a sly troublemaker with verve. You have a thirst for knowledge and crazy curly hair. You love books, exotic animals, and advent…
By Lindsay Merbaum

Why I Eloped

My mother once made me promise that, no matter what, I would never elope. At the time, I wasn't yet engaged to my husband, but I’d just brought him to a family wedding where he met my relatives for the first time, so my mother knew things were seriou…
By Lindsay Merbaum