One unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon, I walked around downtown, holding hands with my son. He’s four. So his inquisitive mind is always bursting with unrelenting questions and on this day, I had the time and temperament to answer every one. What’s that place? Can we go inside? What’s your favorite dinosaur? How do street lights … Continue reading Teaching My Son to Get Into “Good Trouble”
Every morning, I send my husband off to work with a packed lunch and a kiss. While my husband’s at work, I spend my days making block towers, sweeping up Cheerios and continuing the absolute endless cycle of laundry. I wear a frilly apron while I cook and bake, which I love to do. I … Continue reading I’m a Stay-at-Home-Mom and a Proud Feminist.
The obvious question I've been asked when someone learns I'm attending the Women's March on Washington is "why?" Why would hop on a bus, presumably crammed with estrogen fueled feminists for an uncomfortable 12 hour ride (each way) only to attend the Women's March? What could I possibly care about that would possess me to … Continue reading The Women’s March is So Much More Than a Trump Protest.