Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
Staying Sane as a Stay at Home Mom
Being a stay at home mo is a very difficult and unforgiving lifestyle. It's around the clock, constant watch on -- let's be honest -- tiny psycho versions of yourself. As a mom of 3, soon to be 4 (all under 4,) I frequently get asked how I don't lose my mind being a stay at home mom while maintaining a 4.0 GPA in college.
It happened on weekends mostly—when he would come down to visit. And it happened for more than five years, the sexual abuse by her brother. At first, it didn’t seem to bother her. It was just something that was happening between them, something they did together. But it got worse as she grew older. She began learning—from friends, from family—that things related to sex were inappropriate, immoral, shameful even. This was when she began to wonder if she should stop what she was doing with her brother. She didn’t know if she should tell someone about it.
The American Dream
The dreams of a mother are not the same as the dreams of a daughter The love was cultivated in the midst of a country whose tree stems wrapped around her as a protector
I love my job, but I also want kids
I was catching up with an old school friend over the weekend. We used to be inseprable. She now lives in Dubai with her husband whilst my other half and I live in the UK. It was wonderful to reminisce about what was. But, as friends naturally tend to do, we spoke about our futures as well.
Harm, Remorse, Reunion
As far as I can remember the living space was quite comfy. I was in my father's supervision throughout the course of the day. However, Larry was a militant black man. His strict nature was something that I couldn't get used to. Larry made living with him comfortable, however, he really knew how to kill a girl's fun.
She Who Becomes the Portal
"A Midwife must have the Eyes of a Hawk, the Hands of a Lady, and the Heart of a Lion." Here's a riddle for you: What is the only experience all living humans share?
No, mum. I will never “be like all those other normal girls”. Yes, mum. I know I’m not enough and that you stopped loving me a long time ago. I don’t remember exactly when, but I do remember that you told me so yourself.
Three Wondrous Women and one Follower
There have been three important, courageous, and inspiring women in my life, my mom, my high school teacher, and my daughter.
I was born in Kanembwa, a now unhabitable land; a refugee camp, one of many in Tanzania. She fled the war, the 1993 Burundian genocide. Having only just given birth to two beautiful little twin girls in that same year, two little bundles of joy, she had to flee. The genocide was soul crippling, faith paralyzing... It was gut wrenching. Having witnessed families being torn apart, parents being cut up, children being killed in front of those that brought them into this world. Having witnessed parents have no choice but to abandon their little ones and little ones abandon their Mama and Papa. She held onto her newborn blessings and by foot she fled the genocide. She told me how along the journey people fought for faeces, not having had anything in sight worth digesting into one's body, humans fought for bodily excrement. But that was the LEAST of her worries. Holding two newborns in her arms, one three year old toddler girl and a five year old boy, all she was concerned with was being found from her hiding spot and the lives of her children taken in front of her. She told me of how she witnessed parents who were fleeing amongst others suddenly abandon their babies because they had no food or water for them; because babies and children alike aren't quiet by nature and many families were caught due to the sound of their children crying, they were killed and most babies died along the way. Most of these parents threw their children into the river, most of these children had incurable wounds that were already killing them slowly... "Bamwe babata mumazi kubera bariko barafa ninzara canke nibiguma", she said. I can't possibly imagine what it has to come to for one to see their child dying in their arms and then making the decision to put them out of their misery. I can't comprehend the pain, the numbness of ever being anywhere near such a situation. I can't mentally grasp the insanity of it all. As a twenty-two year old mother of a two year old little boy, i just can't imagine ever going through something like that and being able to make it out sane. I can't judge the actions of the parents who abandoned their little ones, I can't judge unless i was in a position to, unless i had gone through it and saw what they saw, heard what they heard, and felt the pain that they felt, cried with them and mourned with them. I asked her "Why did you flee with all four children? Were you not afraid of being caught and killed?" She looked at me and without hesitation she said, " If i were to be caught then that was it, i'd be caught and killed with my children, because i was not leaving any of them behind, if they were to die then i'd die along with them."
The Brazen and Beautiful Legacy of Strong-Willed Women
My maternal grandfather called us “strong-willed women”. It was a point of pride with him. I come from a long line of strong-willed women, on both sides of my family, and I am better for it. I mean, there is literally a park in my dad’s hometown named after my grandmother. Pennington Park was a piece of land, owned for many years by my grandparents. After my grandmother’s death, they turned it into a park for the arts and music. So let me tell you about the amazing women in my family.
Chaos Around Us
Being a woman is such a magical experience, isn’t it? We have intuition and instincts that can shake this planet. We inspire response to our presence wherever we go. We are tenacious and beautiful and gifted with earth shattering talents and abilities.
You Talk Too Much
When your life has been tumultuous, you develop an amazing set of skills. An example of this is being talkative. Most people would see this as annoying, or a personality flaw.