To say I had a feminist a-ha moment or a feminist awakening is to say that there was a time…
I was 5 when my heart broke for the first time.
Every summer, my family takes a trip up to La Crosse, WI to see my grandparents on my mother’s side. They’re the nearest family…
I do not want to grow up to be like my mother. Harsh, maybe, but it’s hard to feel any different…
I grew up in a Christian home with a very strong, independently fierce, and loving mother and a just as strong…
I was born in flames, or at least that’s how it feels. I don’t remember the first time I saw or heard the word feminism. I don’t…
When I was little, I loved the foods that reminded me of my mother’s family: rice, tortillas, tamales, lemons, pan…
A few days ago I saw an “Application to Date my Daughter” picture on my newsfeed. Several of my Facebook friends from Texas…
My fear is hindering me.
When I was a sophomore in high school, my darling mother introduced me to a tragically short-lived TV…