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

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

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

10 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Labor, Delivery, and Postpartum

By De Elizabeth

This weekend, my brand-new baby girl will be one month old. The past four weeks were somehow simultaneously the longest and fastest weeks of my life, as they’ve amassed to one big blur of 2am feeding sessions, 5pm snuggles, and a lot of unwashed hair. (Mine, not hers.)

Having a baby was undoubtedly the biggest transition of my entire life, and for as much as I studied, read, and took the necessary classes, there was a lot I wasn’t prepared for. After all, how do you really prepare for something that you’ve never experienced before?  Continue reading

Life Is Now

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By Kate Kole

You know those stories your family members have told so many times, that even if you can’t fully remember them yourself, or you weren’t present for the making of the memories in the first place, it feels like you were? You can picture the people and the scene so well that you practically convince yourself that you were right there in the middle of the action, laughter, and joy. Continue reading

4 Ways My Childhood Experiences Shape My Current Spending Patterns

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By Kate Kole

I grew up in a middle-class Midwestern family. My dad was a college professor, and my mom self-employed. While we never went without, we also didn’t live extravagantly. Many of our activities were of the free or budget friendly variety, hiking at state parks, playing basketball in the driveway, at home movie nights, and card games around the kitchen table. We carved pumpkins in the fall, decorated frosted snowman cookies in the winter, planted flowers in the spring, and fished on the lake in the summer.

My childhood shaped me in a variety of ways. It provided me with an appreciation for quality time with the people I love. I grew to enjoy homemade meals, library books, and using my imagination for entertainment. I came to prefer spending time outdoors and still opt for weekend afternoons spent on our deck or playing bags in the yard over ones spent inside or shopping at the mall.  My childhood also shaped the way I now view money. Today, I embrace so many of the same financial decisions my parents made while raising my siblings and me. Continue reading

Dear Siblings…

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By Jillian Stacia

Dear Siblings,

It’s National Sibling Day, and I was going to write an essay about the importance of siblings or maybe a listicle about how to strengthen your relationship, but instead I decided to write you a letter. I’m not sure why, but it felt right.  And I’m trying to do more of the things that just feel right these days.

I don’t know where to begin other than, I love being your sister. Being your sister is the role of a lifetime. I say it often, but I truly believe we won the sibling jackpot. You are all such fantastic, deeply good people in your own ways, and it is a true honor just to know you. Continue reading

To My Father, On His Birthday

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By Jillian Stacia

There are certain people you could write books about.

Certain people who bring out stories inside you. They fill you with words and hopes and dreams. They inspire and awe you. They fill you to the brim.

My father is one of those people. He is a person worthy of a novel.

So to try to encapsulate him in a blog post seems frivolous. I need more than 800 words to describe the man who taught me about life and the way I want to live it. You can’t sum up your father in a blog post. You can’t describe a parent in an essay. Especially mine. Continue reading

For Thanksgiving This Year, Embrace Simple Gratitude

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By De and Kate

Happy Thanksgiving! It’s been quite a month. In fact, it’s been quite a year. And we’re fairly certain you don’t need us to remind you of that. While tensions are likely high amongst many households today, for various and good reasons, we hope that feelings of gratitude, community, and love have the power to prevail and take precedence. In spite of the pain, disappointment, and differences we feel, may we also take the time to focus on and remember all the people, things, and experiences worthy of our appreciation. Continue reading