One Year In Trump’s America: Why I’m Raising My Son To Be A Feminist

By Catherine Miele

My beautiful son, my first and only (so far) child, is three.

He is too young to understand the current political climate or the fact that one year ago our country elected a man who wore his sexist comments, allegations of groping women, and desire to divide like badges of honor.

Too young to know the meaning of words and phrases like “misogyny,” “reproductive rights,” “hypocrisy,” and “consent.” Continue reading

Choosing Presence Instead Of Comparison

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By Becky Houdesheldt

This morning, as my son was entertaining himself in the living room while I made a quick cup of coffee, I thought to myself, maybe he’s behind. Maybe he’s not being challenged enough at home. My friends who have babies around the same age are crawling, or sitting without any assistance at all, or making clearly articulated sounds. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.

How often I have felt this way the past 19 months. I say this because my whole pregnancy I doubted myself, the actions I took, the way I handled everything. I gained too much weight. I didn’t read enough. I didn’t go to enough classes. And now that Carson is here, my doubts have shifted. I still worry about myself, I haven’t lost any weight post pregnancy, I don’t feel like I look or behave like other moms. Continue reading

I Am Woman, Hear Me Shame: 4 Ways to Kill Your Inner Misogynist

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By Eliza David

Being a woman is a LOT. We face a litany of challenges, wearing many hats as we navigate through the jungle of sexism. But alas – the drama doesn’t end there. Many of us are also subject to racism, homophobia, lower pay, ageism, mommy guilt, or a wicked combo of any and all. It’s tough stuff, which is why the last thing we need as women is to turn on each other.

In a New York Times op-ed piece, actress/alleged feminist Mayim Bialik pointed to beholding beauty standards and lack of modesty as invitations to sexual assault (and then subsequently offered a quasi-apology for the absentminded piece). Although her cringe-worthy words were 2,736 types of wrong, it created a dialogue among women regarding how we can be our own worst enemies. The knee-jerk reaction to uphold the low standards of misogyny has been internalized. I’ve been guilty of it myself in the past – we all have, I’m willing to wager. Continue reading

7 Silly Feuds That All 90s Girls Will Remember

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By De and Kate

We may be biased in believing that growing up in the 90s was the best. After all, every generation seems to have a little nostalgic pride when thinking about their own version of “the good old days”. That being said, we wouldn’t trade our pre-iPhone childhood for anything, and we’re still amused looking back on the things that occupied our time and energy growing up. If you were a fellow stirrup leggings and Starter jacket girl of the 90s, then chances are, you too had these laughable arguments with your best friend. Continue reading

Something’s Got to Go — And It’s The House

By Kristin christopoulos

Since becoming a mom 7 months ago, each day has felt like a marathon.  I start out hopeful and optimistic that I can get everything done that I need to.  I go through bouts of exhaustion and despair, thinking to myself, “when will this day END already?!”  And as the day draws to a close, I nearly cry as I collapse onto my couch, finally having scraped by for another day. Continue reading

4 Things I Wish I’d Been Told Before My Wedding Day

4 Things I Wish I_d Been Told Before My Wedding Day

By Becky Houdesheldt

Here I am, one week after our wedding. Our ceremony and reception were beautiful. They were everything I wanted them to be. Slightly nerdy, incredibly elegant, classy and whimsical. The weather was absolutely perfect. I truly could not have asked for a better turnout – the friends and family who came to support us were incredible. My parents and Andrew’s parents put in so much work to make the day special. So many people put in so much time and effort for us, that I’m simply overwhelmed. It was the public declaration of our marriage on our one-year anniversary, as we’d had a simple quiet courthouse wedding the year before to make it official before the birth of our son.

I can tell you there are some things I was unprepared for with this whole wedding deal, and I’m going to share a few with you. I wish someone had prepared me adequately so that I wasn’t blindsided. Continue reading

9 Tips to Get the Wedding Registry of Your Dreams

By De and Kate

Wedding planning is the ultimate all the feels experience. From the elation of the engagement to the stress of table seating, preparing for what you hope to be the perfect day can be both exciting and overwhelming. There are plenty of checklists, timing charts, and style guides in existence, offering guidance to all the couples typing: engaged, now what? – and   how to plan a wedding on Pinterest. Continue reading

A Letter to My Unborn Son in the Wake of the Las Vegas Shooting

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By Jillian Stacia

This is a letter written to my unborn son on the day of the Las Vegas shooting. I plan to give it to him when he is older and able to responsibly understand today’s events. I am currently 31 weeks pregnant.

Dear You,

I woke up today to terrible news. 50 people dead in Las Vegas. Another mass shooting, the worst in modern American history.

My heart feels heavy, and I can’t seem to focus on anything. All my other responsibilities feel trivial and unimportant. My mind is numb and my body feels sluggish. This is becoming an all too familiar feeling in America. Continue reading

I’m Already Nostalgic For Today

By De Elizabeth

Right now, it’s barely sunrise. I’ve already had a cup of coffee, washed some dishes, fed the cat, and filed a writing assignment. My newborn baby is asleep a few feet away, ironically, since she kept us up most of the night.

My daughter is exactly one month today. She’s a pretty terrible sleeper, and I’m told that most babies are at this age. She seems to hate the fancy bassinet we bought for our bedroom, and spends most of the night making noises that can only be compared to what I assume a baby dragon sounds like. Naturally, I spend most of the nighttime hours checking on her, making sure she’s not choking or something equally horrific, and picking her up when her noises enter the realm of “I’m gonna start screaming if you don’t hold me, FYI.” I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night, but I’ve somehow begun to learn to function on very little. Continue reading

Whether You Stand or Take a Knee, I’ve Got Your Back

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By Catherine Miele

Conflicted would be the word to describe my feelings of late.

On the one hand, I’m hopeful. I love my country, I love the people in it, and I love the kind things we do for one another, especially when our neighbors are down on their luck or hurting.

But the vitriol and the hate. I’d be remiss to ignore the negative emotions clouding over us, to pretend that we live in our own little American utopia, when so much division, hostility, and pain surround us. Continue reading