There are these amazing women at my school. They are strong and dedicated to their job. They don't have the luxury of sitting at a desk, or of sipping their morning coffee as they work. These women sweat, pushing cartloads of coolers around our sizeable campus, struggling to get through doors and around corners. Bending, pushing, … Continue reading Bellies Full of Love
Let me start by saying that I believe that no matter who wins, in this presidential election, we've all lost. Decency, trust, and integrity are not part of this political landscape. Perhaps that's why this election seems to be bringing out the worst in us. We feel hopeless and angry. Anger. There is definitely an … Continue reading It’s never okay to vote for sexual assault
Little humans. We teach them to be polite and compassionate. We teach them to use their words instead of their fists. We teach them to be active listeners and respectful of others. I watch my daughter learning how to be kind and thoughtful, and experience both relief and dread. Yes, I want my daughter to be … Continue reading Yes, You Can Say the F-Word
Fat. The grim reaper of women's self-esteem has entered my five-year old's vocabulary and I am livid. Not with her, but with our world. With myself. With you. I want to throw a tantrum. A hair pulling, limbs flailing tantrum at the unfairness of society's persistent hypersexualized, dysmorphic, skewed glorification of beauty that NO ONE can … Continue reading F-A-T
It was a normal summer day for us. We ran, we ate, we swam, and we ate some more. Today was a normal summer day, barring one exception, that being the moment when I found myself parenting a stranger's child. My daughter has always been fearless in the water. Up until last summer she would enthusiastically shout, "watch … Continue reading I yelled at a stranger’s kid today
We go, or we die. It's a statement that will never leave me. Simple words, weighted in life experiences that I can't fathom, spoken in broken English by an African teenage refugee. This beautiful girl with the brightest smile spoke these words in the same matter of fact way I tell my five-year old that if … Continue reading We Go, or We Die
About a month ago, I finished reading Alice Hoffman's The Dovekeepers. I was riveted by this tale of four indomitable women, who were bound together through loss during the Roman siege of Masada. Women, who under different circumstances would have ostracized one another, instead protected one another. For me, the beauty of this historical fiction was in … Continue reading Thank you is not enough, but thank you.