To the Woman in the Line Next to Me at IKEA Sunday Night
I saw you in line on IKEA Sunday night. You were watching my husband and I interact with our children. I worried you were judging me.
I saw you in line on IKEA Sunday night. You were watching my husband and I interact with our children. I worried you were judging me.
I have always loved The Velveteen Rabbit, to the point where I decorated my baby’s nursery with illustrations from a paperback version I bought expressly for tearing it apart.
I was seven when it happened; roughly the same age as my kids are now. I got lost at the zoo. And I’m still traumatized by it.
I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline.
In a world where there is a day for everything, April 16th is apparently Wear
I don’t know your struggle. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about it. I am glad to listen, should you chose to tell me. What it means is, I don’t have the experience of your life to put this moment in context. Without meaning this to be dismissive, I frankly don’t see “the struggle” as the total of your life’s story. And while it may be real, my struggle isn’t all of my story.
My intent here is more or less a PSA about the second thing I learned: Irish folks really cannot stand when Americans say St. Patty’s Day on St. Patrick’s Day.
In recent years Barbie has been all about dolls made to represent badass females. I’m not just talking about Wonder Woman and Rey, or the gorgeous new collectible series from A Wrinkle in Time, either.
You may have read the story this week about a student at Penticton Secondary school
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