White people like me need to talk about race, justice, and what’s right. Even when we are worried we’ll get it wrong.
Category Archives: feminism, antiracism, & social justice
Don’t Post, Don’t Tell
Mothers in America aren’t allowed to claim the elements of a good story online, and it’s hurting them in real life I have a picture on my phone that I wish I could show you. It’s the kind of thing the internet is made for. Cute baby with rolls for days. There’s a fluffy catContinue reading “Don’t Post, Don’t Tell”
The Professionalism of Caregivers
It’s been two months since my birthday, and I’m still enjoying my favorite present. It was from my husband. He gifted me a digital subscription to the New York Times. The articles are largely well-written, and I already feel smarter now that I’m not limited to 10 free articles per month (per browser). But IContinue reading “The Professionalism of Caregivers”
Don’t Post, Don’t Tell
Mothers in America are not allowed to claim the elements of a good story online, and it’s hurting them in real life. I have a picture on my phone that I wish I could show you. It’s the kind of thing the internet is made for. Cute baby with rolls for days. There’s a fluffyContinue reading “Don’t Post, Don’t Tell”
The Anger Alert: Hello Anger What Do You Have To Tell Me?
For a long time I’ve felt like unpleasant feelings — anger, irritability, anxiety, shame, regret, sadness, stress — are like a fart in a business meeting. At best, a faux pas, and at worst, utterly distasteful. Deep down, I think I really believed that if I lived my life right, I could avoid those unpleasantContinue reading “The Anger Alert: Hello Anger What Do You Have To Tell Me?”
A Room of My Own
I want to say it was the end of February when I realized the problem. At that point, we were closing in on 150 days of winter weather in Minnesota, which meant that 95% of my time for those 150 days was spent indoors, in my house. Almost all of it was further limited toContinue reading “A Room of My Own”
Facebook Is Not Your Friend
Once upon a time, there was an adorable baby monkey named Curtis. Curtis had big brown eyes and soft downy fur. Curtis was like most other baby monkeys except for one important thing: Curtis lived in a laboratory overseen by an evil scientist named Harry. You see, as soon as Curtis was born, Harry snatchedContinue reading “Facebook Is Not Your Friend”
Courage looks different than it feels
I did something brave this week. At least I was told I was. I was also told that I was “courageous.” I didn’t feel courageous or brave, though. When I think “brave,” I think of a person standing tall with their hands on their hips and a cape fluttering behind them. What I felt wasContinue reading “Courage looks different than it feels”
Each of us is valid
When we say we are the same, I think we mean to say that we all have value. That we all are valid. Each of us is valid.
I practice self care because that’s what you do when you’re a healthy adult
If you’re a mother, I would like to make a bet with you. I bet that you’ve heard someone (a friend, a family member, Karen on the Internet) tell you that self care is important because it helps you be a better mother. So get that massage, light that candle, take a bubble bath. “AfterContinue reading “I practice self care because that’s what you do when you’re a healthy adult”