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I recently met yet another woman who from afar seemed like your ordinary, well-adjusted, middle class mother of two. Because our kids go to the same elementary school, after dropping them off, we started chatting. She told me she had just finished writing a book about her life. She giggled and confessed, "I was a slut!" I...
I am a shameless breastfeeder. I feel completely comfortable lifting up my shirt and letting my baby nurse in restaurants as I peruse the menu, in bookstores as I sit on the floor in the mystery section, in office waiting rooms as I wait for my cat to be vaccinated.
But I will not pump milk in front of anyone....
Not so very long ago girl power ruled. Sisterhood was powerful and Girls Kicked ASS! Well, we still might mouth the words but we've forgotten the tune. The Spice Girls vanished into tales of eating disorders, rumors of sapphic love and custody battles. The usual tabloid fodder, which, perversely enough, is closer to the...
My father is a beekeeper.
I don't remember when exactly he started keeping bees, it was sometime around the tail end of my high school years, and I don't remember a lot of details from then, but over the years it has grown from a hobby to a full time operation, occupying many of the hours of his retirement...
I am not a cool mom. I can’t get into the whole good-for-you-flaunt-it-if-you’ve-got-it-mentality. I don’t think it’s such a great thing when women parade around without much clothing, particularly when the intended audience is young children. As a result of these uncool beliefs, I sometimes find myself in bed (ideologically...