2021, the longest year for a Mom Demanding Action

For the last (four?) years I’ve been part of our local chapter of Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America. For those who don’t know, it’s a grassroots organization of both mothers and others, gun-owners and non-gun owners, who refuse to accept 100 gun deaths a day. We are the gun safety version ofContinue reading “2021, the longest year for a Mom Demanding Action”

Ready to Burn

Last night, my daughter asked me how to get a flat tummy, and she sucked her little belly in. “I want it flat, I don’t want it fat, like this” and she exhaled her tummy back out. She’s six. I know I’ve been pulled back into my eating disorder but I thought I was keepingContinue reading “Ready to Burn”

My Mother, the activist

My mother would never describe herself as an activist,But I do. She never allowed Nestle in the house,She vetoed Carl’s Jr on every road trip,And never participated in Black Friday. My mother was an activist, in her way. With three kids to raise, a husband, and a job to juggle, She protested with her purse,RefusingContinue reading “My Mother, the activist”

Confessions of a Depressive Optimist

I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”

Confessions of a Depressive Optimist

I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”