All over the world, sisters, mothers, daughters, grandmothers, nieces, neighbors, and friends– and some of their men– stood together to say “Not today, patriarchy!” We were lucky enough to be in D.C. at the heart of it all, part of a human hive humming through the jam-packed streets, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip. Democracy looks like THIS!
I went to the Women’s March—the Sister March in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois—on January 21, 2017. I don’t live there anymore, but it’s my hometown and I was visiting that weekend for my brother’s […]
All of the Sirens will be Marching tomorrow. Some in DC, and some in our home states. People all over the world will march with us. (Will you?) To commemorate these marches, […]
I was raised to be a nice girl in New Jersey, which means, contrary to stereotype, I have standards of behavior. For example, I only have sex with someone I’m in love […]
–by Mary Kaplan On January 21, the day after Donald Trump’s inauguration, I will participate in the Women’s March in D.C. in a show of solidarity against the proposed threats against our […]
–by Annsleigh Carter I consider January 20, 2009 my anniversary with America, and I do mean in a romantic sense. I was a freshman at American University, recently emerged from high school […]
We’re in that weird space between last week’s election and next week’s day of Thanks. And in that middle space, we’ve all had to face some uncomfortable feelings about our nation, our […]
Recently the poet Annie Finch posted on her blog a piece called “Things I’ve Been Ashamed to Share About Being a Writer Until Now,” in which she gets specific about what men […]
Last week, Karrie Higgins (whose work we’ve highlighted before) published an essay so controversial, the Huffington Post took it down and deleted her contributor account within hours of it going live. Higgins’ essay, originally titled “Donald Trump confessed to sexual assault on tape and so did my brother, and here is what I know: a tape doesn’t change a goddamned thing,” is a devastating and necessary account of the reality so many women face regarding sexual assault, why it is under reported, and why so may male assailants roam free.
As I listen to the commentary and interviews in broadcast media and read op-ed pieces about the recent stabbings and shootings, I struggle to accept the truth: there but for some sort of grace goes my family. We could have been chasing after my mother on a paranoid spree of violence. We could any day be the victims of someone else’s unstable loved one. So could you. How do we face such a threat? How do we diffuse the ill, who are so often victims themselves.