When I was nine-years old my mom went through a debilitating divorce from my stepdad and I moved in, permanently it would turn out, with
We women can tell stories all goddamn day long about how we’ve been mistreated. I could tell you one from today. But I don’t know how much telling those stories will mean until we can get a goddamn grip on the word feminist.
Two Women’s Epic Journeys I consider myself a feminist. By that I mean, seeing traits that are still intrinsically considered feminine — compassion, empathy, the
I’ve known Maggie since we were freshmen in high school. We’re now both married moms who don’t get to see much of each other because
Let’s start with the BEST OF TIMES regarding my bad habits. Sneaky Gossiping: This week I had a breakthrough. I was bitching and complaining to
You know you’re hanging out with West Los Angeles moms when the majority of them have buns so tight they could open a pickle jar.