Posts from January 2017

Our turn

January 19, 2017



Daddy says in every group of 5 or 6 men, there’s always one.  One that will speak about women like they are nothing more than objects to be desired.  I used to pray that you would never have to hear this language or understand the meaning behind it, but you will.  I used to pray that you would never have vile things shouted at you from a passing trunk or construction site, but you will.  I used to pray that you would never be made to feel like you are worth less than someone else because you are a female, but you will.  I stopped saying these prayers because I cannot control the world outside of our home and I cannot protect you from everything.   

So instead I pray that you become a smart, strong and self-assured woman.  

God, please let her always know that her true worth will never be determined by the amount of boys chasing her (or not chasing her) in the 10th grade.  

God, please never let an unsolicited opinion about her body define how she feels about herself.  

God, please let her find confidence within herself before seeking it from someone else.  

God, please let the fierce, smart and stubborn toddler I see in front of me retain these characteristics as a girl, teen and woman.

I will pray for you, my strong girl.  I will pray and I will join millions of like-minded women and men across the country and march on Saturday.  I am not marching against any one small minded, small handed person.  

My Maisie girl, I am marching for you.



p.s….Aunt Laura started it!

Friday night freakout.

January 7, 2017


I want to keep her!

I want to hear her tiny voice singing songs in a language only known to her.

I want to sit her in my lap and smell her hair, damp and sweet from the bath.

I want to meet her impatient arms, always needing.

I want to put her in my pocket where the horns beeping and the whistles blowing cannot be heard.

 A secret I can carry.

This is love.

Love that knows my wants cannot be.

I cannot keep her.

She cannot stay.

Tomorrow, she will already be gone.  Different, somehow.

This is love and I want to keep her.  This is love and she cannot stay.

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