I am an only child, and so is my husband.
As a result of my upbringing, I’ve always imagined having at least two children.
That’s not to say my two-year-old son is less than my entire world – after all, his perfectly fitting name means “bringer of light” – yet I, perhaps selfishly, want him to know what it’s like to have a best friend in the form of a brother or sister.
But (because there’s always a but) I’m scared to try. Continue reading
I haven’t decided whether or not I will watch Donald Trump’s inauguration on January 20. I can’t watch it live because I’ll be at work. But he’ll be on the news, on the radio, on the internet. He’ll be everywhere. He’ll be everywhere the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that for next four years, at least. Continue reading
Journalism is changing in the post President-Elect Trump world. Publications are testing their limits and redefining their values. They’re fine tuning their voice and reexamining their commitments and ethics. It’s been an interesting transition to watch, but nothing has been more fulfilling than witnessing Teen Vogue pave the way for young feminists across the country.
In case you missed it, this article by Lauren Duca went viral a few weeks ago for its bold analysis of Trump’s psychological manipulation of the American people. She received even more recognition when she appeared on Tucker Carlson Tonight and fought back against Tucker’s sexism and demeaning comments. Her quick wit, class, and unwavering passion made her an instant icon for young feminists across the world. Continue reading
The first time I ever learned about the Holocaust was when I was seven or eight. My parents sent my brother and I to Hebrew School twice a week, and while most of the classes were focused around learning letters and holidays, we spent an entire two weeks talking about the Holocaust in April – just in time for Holocaust Remembrance Day. We would read poems in class that had a repeated refrain, Never again. We met Holocaust survivors, saw the numbers on their arms, listened to their stories with a sort of disconnect – that was so long ago, another time, another place. That could never happen here. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe that the following sentence isn’t made up, but here we go: The president-elect of the United States is currently engaging in a Twitter feud with the hit Broadway musical Hamilton. In case you’ve been living under a proverbial rock for the past 24 hours, we’ll recap for you: Continue reading
Like nearly everyone else on the planet, I’ve spent the past week thinking long and hard about this election, going through every single emotion, trying to make sense of what happened, while simultaneously mourning the loss of all that could have been. I’ve been thinking about the deep discontentment and alarming hatred in this country that brought us to where we now stand, and how we can possibly start to mend the divide. I’ve gone through the very troubling reasons why our country couldn’t get behind Hillary Clinton, behind a woman, behind someone who was so qualified, so smart, dedicated, and so equipped to lead. I’ve thought about what we are supposed to tell our children, whether this electoral college petition thing could actually get Hillary in office (probably not), and of course, what we do now. Continue reading
The thing I keep coming back to is how Hillary Clinton must be feeling.
I am a privileged white girl from an upper-middle class family with little to no real political involvement, and I am absolutely devastated. I am in mourning. So many of us are in pain. So many of us are struggling to get out of bed and act like normal humans. So many of us are trying desperately to fall back on our kindness and be the bigger person. Continue reading
It’s been almost a full week since Election Day, and it’s safe to say that we are still collectively grieving. The emotions that many of us have experienced in just a week’s time have been the truest definition of a roller coaster. Personally speaking, I’ve been heartbroken, enraged, horrified, scared, worried, anxious, angry, furious, devastated, empowered, helpless, thoughtful, thoughtless – there and back again – in just six days. It is not linear; it is an up-and-down graph of feelings. It is, in a word, mourning. Continue reading
As your editors of Thirty On Tap, we’ve been doing a lot of thinking this week. A lot of soul-searching, and a lot of questioning. As writers ourselves, we know that healing takes time, and that sometimes writing it out can be extremely cathartic. With that, we wanted to put out a call for submissions. Continue reading
I am devastated by the election results and have been wallowing for two days feeling helpless. However, because of my immense privilege, a Trump presidency with a Republican Congress and the possibility of pro-life religious right Supreme Court judges won’t have the potential to affect me as drastically as it might for so many other people who don’t have my privileges (race, class, geography, gender identity, education, etc.). Continue reading
