After our hike, we ate a great meal and took a pint at a rustic hiking lodge with a clear view of our mountain. I could not help but think to myself: This is the kind of person that I want to be for my daughter. This powerful, determined, caring, supportive woman. We were changed and it was good.
“You are only free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all.” Maya Angelou
God dammit. I was really hoping that my daughter, now 4, and son, now 7, would grow up in a culture free from sexual violence, or at least significantly different than the culture I came of age in. I’m an optimist by nature, so I recognize that this hope was fairly lofty, but “live the
I have been a working mother for almost thirteen years. I know the hardest parts of parenting may still be in front of me. I also know I have fought through some pretty difficult times already. My first real challenge as a working mother came six weeks into motherhood. I am a school-based speech-language pathologist
A couple of weeks ago my daughter participated in a theater camp. This is her third summer attending this camp. This camp is not meant to be a stepping stone to any serious work in theater. Rather, the kids spend the week singing, dancing, running through skits and then, in past years, they broke into
I’ve written about street harassment and sexual harassment before for this site. I hate it and I think it is indicative of a culture fraught with sexism and misogyny. Whoo, that felt good. Well, it happened again this past weekend, while out running in West Hartford and on my way into the New Haven train