An Open Letter to Sarah Huckabee Sanders, From a Survivor of Assault

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By Christie Page

Dear Sarah Huckabee Sanders,

It is finally time I penned this letter to you directly. I have spent quite some time deciding on the tone of this letter and what I want to reflect. Most importantly, I have asked myself if I were you, what would I need to hear to empathize with the plight of millions of women who have bravely come forward in an effort to be heard?

I wonder about you. I wonder if in those moments when you are alone in your car on your commute to work, or when you first wake up in the morning before your feet hit the ground, if ever there is a time when you say to yourself: “I can’t do this anymore.” Continue reading

Donald Trump Is A Human Garbage Fire & You’re Worried About Hillary’s Book?

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By Jillian Stacia

I’ve tried to play nice.

I’ve spent the past ten months coming at this with an open mind and a forgiving heart. I’ve prayed all the prayers and asked for surrender and guidance. I’ve tried to let it go and move forward as best I can.

But in this case, I just can’t. As in, I literally cannot handle people talking about how “selfish” and “horrible” and “divisive” Hillary Clinton’s new book is.

You know what is selfish and horrible and divisive? The president supporting Nazis in the United States. Getting in a pissing match with North Korea. Ending DACA. Denouncing global warming. Continue reading

America Doesn’t Deserve a Birthday Party This Year

By De Elizabeth

The Fourth of July feels different this year.

While I appreciate having time off from work, a chance to sleep in, and several hours to devote to spending time outside and in the sunshine, I don’t really have a desire to celebrate in any traditional ways. I don’t want to barbecue, eat red white and blue ice pops, bake an apple pie, or put on a stars-n-striped bathing suit. I don’t want to go watch fireworks or Instagram myself on a pool float. I don’t want to do any of these things because Donald Trump is president, and I’m truly afraid for our country’s future.  Continue reading

What We Do Now Defines The Future

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By Jillian Stacia

I was in sixth grade when September 11th happened. I don’t remember a lot from that day, but I do remember the feeling of being scared. I knew the adults were scared. I knew something bad was happening. I didn’t know what the Twin Towers were or what terrorism meant, but I knew everything was suddenly going to be different.

When I went home that night, my Dad told me to write down my feelings and what had happened that day. You’re going to want to remember this, he said. I didn’t follow his advice, but I regret it now. I wish I could remember exactly what I was thinking and feeling that day. Continue reading

The 2016 Election and My Friend, the Holocaust Survivor

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By Sarah Winters

Helen, the 90 year old woman I have been helping out, and I are wandering the farmstand. Her exquisite palate is very picky and ever since moving out of her beloved New York, there’s an added bitterness. No apples because dentures, she’s tired of bananas, she has strawberries and I hope to god she’ll go for her staple yogurt, a bit of protein or whatever. I’m scanning vegetables and ask, “Beets?”  Continue reading

America, Pay Attention: We Will Be Judged By History

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By De Elizabeth

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

On Navigating The Post-Election Thanksgiving of 2016

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By Mary Van de Graaf

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

Our First Female President Is Out There Somewhere – And She Is Watching

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By Jillian Stacia

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