A must-read for parents of girls, as well as for the girls themselves. This is the story of Unleashed, a program that empowers young women and helps them find the leaders within.

“What are you afraid will happen if you stand up for something you believe in?”

Brave Girls: Raising Young Women with Passion and Purpose to Become Powerful Leaders by Stacey Radin, PsyD & Leslie Goldman, asks this question. Why are girls afraid of being powerful? Why is the word “feminist” a dirty word? Through her description of a program called Unleashed, in which middle school girls work as animal rights activists to help and protect dogs, the concepts of power and feminism are broken down. And by the end, these are no longer bad words.

A passionate feminist herself, author Stacey Radin fought her entire life to prove herself and to be seen beyond the lowered expectations placed upon her because she was a girl. From being chastised for punching back because “girls don’t punch”, to being told she was “smarter than she looked”, Stacey often found herself frustrated at girls’ and women’s lack of power. It was this drive that molded her into what she self-describes as “headstrong and feisty, challenging and very independent”—characteristics many find unbecoming of women and girls, but characteristics that are crucial if they want to be leaders. Continue Reading

Mother should have it together, all the time, right? Or else they are miserable failures? Why does it feel that way?

I’m 7 years in to this parenting gig. I’ve grown, birthed, and nursed three fat babies. I’ve lived through having a 2-year old pee on the rug while I was nursing the newborn (many, many times). I’ve sent one off to kindergarten. I’ve flown on planes with them and endured several road trips (per year) with all three.

So when my friends are just starting out, they often turn to me for advice. They ask questions about pregnancy, nursing, diaper rash… They ask about managing time and energy and patience once #2 comes along… and then #3. They ask for tricks to get through the longest of weeks—weeks when Daddy is out of town and Mommy is on her own.

And although I’m happy and honored to listen and respond with the best suggestions I have in my arsenal, the truth is, I’m a fraud. I might be somewhat of a veteran mother to my friends who are just starting out, but it is only years that makes me higher on the ranking scale. It isn’t ability. Or success. Because, quite, honestly, I am still failing. I am still drowning. And I don’t know what the EFF I’m doing, even now—7 years in. Continue Reading

Will you join me in this pledge to raise kind and compassionate boys, not douche-bags who mistreat women and think they are the shit?

Let me preface this post by stating how much I loathe the word douche-bag. This is not a word I use in conversation, pretty much ever. (Also, I have 3 small creatures trying to climb back into my uterus 29.5 hours a day, so there aren’t many opportunities to drop “d-bag” into a sentence.)

My point is, my utter distaste for this word made it necessary for me to put it into the title. Because I believe this is an epidemic in today’s society, as we are raising a generation of douche-bags. Having 2 sons myself, I am very concerned that my boys may befriend future douche-bags, or worse, become douche-bags themselves. (This fear is intensified because we live in suburbia, where douche-baggery runs rampant.)

Therefore, let’s start our “How to not raise a douche-bag” tutorial with defining what, exactly, a douche-bag is, using examples.

1. Men in sports cars who weave in and out of traffic on the interstate and almost clip the bumpers of mini-vans that probably have kids in them = douche-bags. (Extra points of douche-baggery for flipping mom/mini-van driver off and/or taking up two parking spaces.) Continue Reading