A place where feminism meets Polish-American reckoning.


If you are familiar with my work as an artist and creator of billthepatriarchy.com, you may not know how much my Polish roots made me the feminist I am today.

But this is not going to be a place where I yell about smashing the patriarchy.

It’s the place where you will find out who the little girl was before she started yelling—and maybe a little bit of me trying to coax her back.

To me, it’s facing down the ultimate patriarch, the final boss of patriarchy if you will: my father.

I wasn’t allowed to talk about him when he was alive. There were years I only saw him a handful of times. I couldn't post his picture or even mention his whereabouts.

He was undocumented, wanted by the police, and in hiding.

But now I’m ready to tell the story I wasn’t allowed to tell when he was alive. Which I honestly wasn’t strong enough to tell until now. Because now that he’s gone, the story is all mine.

I challenged myself to sit down and write the whole story, from beginning to end.

A Story Worth Sharing

But the hardest part about all of this wasn’t living it or even writing it. It’s this part right here—sharing it. Passing the words from my screen to yours.

I created this newsletter as a space to share this journey with you and a commitment to myself that the story is worth telling.

Every other week I’ll pull back the curtain on how I got from the realization that I had a big story I needed to tell, to a complete memoir manuscrip.

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Puh-Trish-uh Motch-esh. I’ve gone by Patti for about thirty years, but lately I’ve been exploring the pre-Patti me.