What will you accept?

I grew up thinking there were two kinds of women. My neighborhood was filled with the first kind. They wore flip-flops with flowers on the top. They made Kool-Aid and kept fresh carrot sticks in water in a cup in the refrigerator for after-school snacks. They vacuumed and made dinner and took walks with their…

More than one steady march today

I know quite a few women marching in the D.C. rally today for women’s rights. And some in our local rally here in Chicago. While I am generally outspoken, I am not much of a marcher. It is not that I don’t value the message and the show of solidarity. I do. I certainly do….

Finding the grownups

What I didn’t expect was the backlash from my liberal friends. The expectation that I would be as outraged as they were was palpable. Oh honey, I wanted to say, I was done with outrage years ago. Allow me to explain. The recent election has seemed to further divide America instead of uniting us. As…

A contradiction in terms

I am always amazed at people who like things to fit into neat boxes. Because most of us, with our sharp edges and uneven corners, do not fit well into homogenous containers. I’ve written about this before, but it hit me anew this week as I found myself proving yet again that I am a…

The Fab Four

Rarely do I let my snarkier self—the one honed at an all-female, private-school–take over the keyboard but mommy politics requires a more finessed hand, a sharper tongue. I’m going to venture into the realm of the catty but true.  Oh, and maybe into a couple glasses of wine or a martini. I have learned my…