In honor of International Women's Day, this: a repurposing of an essay that I wrote for Canadian Family a couple of years ago, about my ambitions and frustrations in living up to my own...
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Because in my daughter's hands, they become crime-fighting space-exploring adventure-seeking creatures of awesome. Because my son thinks that they're actually, secretly ninjas when they're not dancing at fancy balls.
Because the measure of a girl...
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(The post below repurposes, with some revisions, a post that I wrote late last year after TEDWomen. I've been revisiting it this weekend as I prepare notes for a panel that I'm moderating tomorrow...
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Once upon a time, before I had children, I expected that when I did have children, they would be smart children, and that they would excel in everything that they did, and that this...
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There’s nothing like being away from home and getting a text from your spouse that says call me as soon as you can.
It’s about Emilia, he says when I call.
What about Emilia? I don’t know what the right words are to express, here, how shrill my voice was. ‘Shrill’ works decently well, I suppose. My voice was shrill.
She came home from school with a note. It said that she hit Madeleine, and that L and C were involved, and…
At which point I tuned out, a little, because I needed to take a moment to exhale. Everything’s okay, nothing happened to her, everything’s okay, she just hit another child. And then I had to take another moment, because wait, what? My child hit another child.
Oh god, is she a bully?
I almost never do this, pull narrative from the comment section of this site and present it alongside my own narrative, because that just seems so meta, although maybe I should, because it’s not like I don’t get meta – that whole last post was about as meta as it gets – and anyway so much of the commentary that you all contribute here is just so ridiculously smart, so I really should just get over myself and my conviction that I’m the lone storyteller here and that it’s not a good blog week if I don’t post a picture of my babies and just let you guys do more of the talking. Because, seriously:
Last Friday morning I was sitting in a conference room at the Ritz Carlton in New Orleans, listening to Abigail Disney speak about her documentary films and about her belief in the importance of...
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I've been reading Peggy Orenstein's book about the tyranny of princess culture among little girls - Cinderella Ate My Daughter, which could, I think, actually be the title of an early draft of the...
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Merry Christmas, you guys. Here's some joy for you:
(This was two years ago, which, it should be noted, was one year before Glee debuted. Emilia, obviously, was ahead of the curve.) (This year she...
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TEDWomen was an idea-hurricane, check an inspiration-avalanche, a brainwave tsunami, a tornado of provocation and stimulation, a force of nature - if nature wore high heels - a force to be reckoned with,...
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