Throughout our entire pregnancy (and probably even before) I said there was no way I would put our child in daycare. I couldn’t imagine leaving my child with someone who wasn’t blood related…or, at the very least, a close friend. I put off looking at daycares, while I was pregnant. I kept telling myself I…
Since Sunday, like many of you, I have spent a good amount of time thinking about Orlando. Thinking of terror. Thinking of hate and prejudice. Thinking of what this world has become. Thinking of my daughters. I have watched, and witnessed, the online community attack one another for a number of things: their beliefs, their political…
Recently, I was witness to a scene that made me cringe. A couple of young males, whom had just heard a story about a boy picking on a girl, each responded very similarly: That means he likes her! My (insert relation) told me that when a boy is mean to a girl it means he…
