The Gentleman Who Taught Me To Be A Lady

For the better part of the past two decades, I was an angry feminist. The cranky, condescending kind. When my husband got his pastoring gig a few years ago, I had to tame it a bit. Or at least choose my rants. But it was still there, seething self-righteously at all men who might not … Continue reading The Gentleman Who Taught Me To Be A Lady

Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 2

Hello there, and welcome. This is the second part of my conversation on the incredibly redundant term, "working mother". If you are just joining the read, it might help you to catch up by reading yesterday's post here, where I left off talking about my journey out of self-righteous feminism. When one of my best … Continue reading Why “Working Mother” Is A Redundant Term, Part 2