family
Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Never Go Back
I promised myself I would stay out of this. I'm not an American citizen. I don't live in the United States, and I rarely visit. When I do, the longest I've stayed was five weeks, when a funeral lined up with a pre-planned holiday, extending my original 3-week trip. Theoretically, this shouldn't affect me in any tangible way.
Natasja RosePublished 4 days ago in Viva
Mother’s day: Supermoms at work
Get options just like the past 2 years are unexampled, inflicting a paradigm shift within the method mothers live and work.
Dharmendra jaiswalPublished 8 days ago in Viva
Springle... The House
Brad Richardson was not crazy. He did not drink or smoke, so we knew he would not be around long. Brad was divorced and had three sons (I do not remember their names). His sons lived with him every summer (I guess that was the divorce arrangement). We never saw his ex-wife or heard anything about her from Brad. We knew she was white because that is all mom talked about...Brad Richardson and his mixed sons. Almost as if he had committed a crime by having children with a white woman. I hated when Brad had his sons. We were all thrown in together, because if you were kids, you should all get along. I was the only girl. The sons were always trying to kiss me or touch me. I could fight and was good at it; but trying to fight all three of them at once made it just about impossible to win. Stephen would just stand around and cry. No help there. I would tell mom what was happening, and she would say, "well you are going to have to get used to them, they may become your brothers." Or, "they are just being boys." Fuck! Why did my feelings never matter!?! Why did my safety never matter? It seemed as if I always had to fight alone. No help. No support. And, to make matters worse, I also had to watch out for Stephen (so much work!).
Susan WilkinsPublished about a month ago in Viva
Springle... The House
Today is July 3, 1972. It is my twelfth birthday. We shall see what today holds. I don’t feel any different so far, but I am still in bed. Not for long I’m sure.
Susan WilkinsPublished 2 months ago in Viva
Pilar Had Ferrets
As the niece of a million handsome uncles, I was constantly surrounded by swooning women. Whether it was my sister's friends, neighbors, sisters of other girlfriends, moms, ladies who worked at my grandmother's restaurant- none of them were safe from the Latin lady killers that were my uncles. Along with this collection of hunky uncles came the collection of beautiful women they dated— the true main characters of this story. And, as I think back to my childhood memories with my uncles, rarely were their girlfriends not included.
Whitney GuerreroPublished 4 months ago in VivaWhy Do We Celebrate Daughter's Day?
Daughter’s day is the most special occasion to be celebrated by the parents who are all having the little princesses in their home. Usually, people sentimentally feel that having a daughter is a blessing of their life and they wish to give all love and affection without letting her meet any sadness or disappointments in her life.
Laxmi RanaPublished 8 months ago in Viva
Not For Sissies
I don’t have a nine to five job these days. I’m supposed to be happily retired and enjoying my Golden Years. The last few years have been anything but Golden.
Paula ShabloPublished 8 months ago in VivaBe Nice To Your Daughter
Dear Lady, You may not realize that I heard everything you said. Or maybe you didn't care. But I did and you broke my heart.
If You Just Tried Harder...
This is a rant. You have been warned; proceed accordingly. Yesterday I came across an article on my Facebook feed. It was titled, "Working Parents, Do You Have a Plan for Childcare Emergencies?"
Rebecca HansenPublished 9 months ago in Viva
The Path of Women
The women in my family before me, they carved a path for me. This path at times winds gently through dew-damp forests, along sun-dappled streams and rivers. A canopy of leaves keep the sun-blistering heat of day at bay. When night descends it darkens the once cheery path where teeth and claws strike at unsuspecting prey. Sometimes the path meanders lazily though sunny meadowlands, to where winds gently bend the grasses seemingly with open arms to invite one for a rest. Other times, the path ascends over treacherous gravelly terrain along perilously rocky cliffs. Here, a millennia of thunderous storms have taken their toll on this stretch of road. Waves crash harshly over boulders and rocks that have broken off, falling thousands of feet below to their demise.
Julie GodfreyPublished 9 months ago in Viva
Be Seen and Not Heard
It happened again last week. I was at a large meeting and the person next to me commented that I am always so calm and soft-spoken.
Judey KalchikPublished 11 months ago in VivaMy Life In Pine Glen
I moved into an older apartment building with my two baby girls. Being a single mom at eighteen, I really couldn’t afford much.
Brenda Lee Lord-HingerPublished 12 months ago in Viva
