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Feminist: Mommy+

My son was sick. Usually, I’m a good nurse, but this one morning, I was feeling ambivalent toward being a mommy....

I am thankful for the sweet Italian sausage sizzling in my pan that will turn into stuffing for a smoked...

It is one week before my 33rd birthday, a year when I’ll be the age of Jesus of Nazareth when...

Moving into our new house makes me feel like a college freshman again. Fifteen years ago I moved from Los...

I can’t gird up my loins and write on the Cult of Weddings (which was today’s post) so instead I’m...

We don’t like to think of ourselves as a country where sex slaves live behind walls in our town. Much...

I know men who proclaim in Sunday services words sharpened by a one-woman audience at home. Pastors around the country,...