My daughter didn’t understand why I was attending The Women’s March last Saturday. She is five and lives in a beautiful, safe bubble, exactly as it should be at her age. I am a feminist, my own mother was a feminist, my husband is a feminist. I remember going through a dodgy stage of denying this during my twenties but … Read More
Guilty Mother Challenge
We all know that being a mother brings some super amazing highs mixed with crazy lows. We have days where we feel like we are totally owning it followed by others where we can’t wait until bedtime. I worry that I will miss something, not remember all the tiny moments that rock my world but then find myself losing that … Read More