I’m pro-life. I am also pro-choice. My personal belief and choice is pro-life, but politically I am pro-choice. If your first question is “how could you murder babies?”, there is little chance that what I have to say or share even matters to you. But, if your curiosity gets the best of you, read on. …
I am with you. Regardless of the color of your skin, I am with you. Regardless of who you love, I am with you. Regardless of to whom you pray and how you believe, I am with you. Regardless of which gender you were born with or identify with, I am with you. Regardless of …
I keep hearing and seeing a ton of blaming and finger pointing. “If you voted for Jill or Gary, this is your fault!” “White women who voted for him are the problem.” “The FBI cost her the election.” No. We did this. We let this happen. We watched and we did nothing. Until it was …
Today, I was comforted by a close friend and a conservative Trump supporter. She grieved with me and I with her as she grieved over relationships damaged by rhetoric and politics. I assured her that I loved her regardless of the button she pushed in the voting booth. As I’m sure you’ve all gathered, I’m …
The past few days have felt like a cleansing of sorts. It may seem like I have been dumping a lot of thoughts and opinions, which I have, but they aren’t new to me. I’ve felt and thought this way for a long time. I just haven’t been as vocal, at least not with using …
Being a female in a male dominated world is often riddled with double standards. As I wake up again to the reality that women just aren’t worth much to society, these are all weighing heavily on my mind. Smile more. Well, we can’t take her seriously because she’s always smiling. You’d be so much prettier …
Election night I went to bed devastated for a number of reasons that I’ve already shared. But the most devastating reason? My fear of bringing a child into a world where a person like Trump can become president. How could I bring a son or daughter into this world knowing they could face persecution if …
The first thing I said to my son this morning? “I’m sorry, we let you down yesterday.” The tears in my eyes are not those of a sore loser, but those of a scared mother. Those of you that wish to downplay that, feel free. But, I’ll be holding my likely only child much closer …
What I really want to do tonight is to give America a big hug. The kind of hug I give to my son when he’s hurt and is too small to understand why he is in pain. The kind of hug that only a mother can give. You know the one; it makes you feel safe, …
