by Rachel E. Bledsoe of The Misfits of a Mountain Mama The last queen of France and I have absolutely nothing in common. Still, through the hardest years I look to her. It started in my mid 20’s when I was alone one evening in a tiny two room attic […]
Dear Facebook Friends (and Trump Supporters), I see you. I see you lurking in the periphery of my Facebook feed, posting pro-Trump rhetoric and awful hate speak. I mean, you aren’t saying the things Donald Trump is, but you are sharing them. You are siding with him. I could have […]
By Kathleen Gemmell She knew that she couldn’t continue on this way. Things had to change. Each day was a carbon copy of the one before, and it was killing her. “I’m going to die, “she thought as her rasping breathing found her collapsing onto the worn chair. Marsha cried […]
I came across a post in my Facebook news feed this morning in which a woman had posted a public message to someone on my friends list (well, public to those people on the receiver’s friends list, at least) telling the receiver that she, the poster, didn’t want to see […]
I have decided to lay down some parenting wisdom for those in need. I know you are probably thinking, “What qualifications does this lady have?” I say this to that: If Trump can run for president, I can know everything about parenting. That’s the world we are living in right […]
By Grace Wisser of Wonderful Life of Mom Dear Breastfeeders of the World, Okay, I’m going to say just what I’ve been thinking: I offend people in public by breastfeeding my child. Here’s the deal: Strangers don’t mind telling me to stuff my boob back into my nursing bra. I just […]
P.C. bullshit. It’s a phrase you hear a lot these days. It’s usually uttered by a small-minded person who feels compelled to have a wide-ranging opinion. Confronting complexities beyond one’s comprehension and understanding can result in a person wishing to revert to a simpler time, a simpler situation, when the […]
Everyday my daughter runs in from school, rushes right to her bedroom, and grabs her lovey — i.e. a severed animal head slapped on a small, satiny cloth. Yes, this toy is as terrifying as it sounds, but it is her toy. Everyday she snuggles it, every night she sleeps […]