By late the afternoon of the 30th my contractions were getting closer in time and I was in more pain than I knew how to handle. Tiny tears sprouted from the corners of my eyes and Sal and I called Susannah for backup. I was getting closer, I could feel it.
Read MoreAfter my baby came, if one more nurse told me breastfeeding shouldn’t be painful, I was going to take the plastic tray table and chuck it wheels first out of my hospital room. Because breastfeeding, at least in the beginning – while your nipples are toughening up, your baby is learning to latch, and you’re figuring out the proper way to insert the boob – is very painful.
Read MoreI’ve already learned so much from you.
To appreciate and love the power of my body.
To be present and not rush the process unfolding.
To let go of things that don’t serve me.
When Diana and I were working together on Dream, Girl, the first 15-20 minutes of each day were set aside for a pop culture and feminist observational debrief.
Read MoreYesterday, I took the train home from the Barclays Center and this time, my photos from Apple’s Behind the Mac campaign were on the station walls, covering every inch of the terminal.
Read MoreMy heart felt so full. On the way to the train, I stopped for a chipwich and thought about how tired and drained I had felt earlier, compared to how seen and supported I felt in that moment.
Read MoreOver the past week, my family, like so many families across the country, was talking about Dr. Christine Blasey Ford’s allegations against Brett Kavanaugh- specifically, why victims of sexual assault come forward and why they don’t. As a survivor of sexual assault I have strong and nuanced feelings about this topic.
Read MoreHowever, before I set out on my own to create Dream, Girl I was working at an advertising company in Midtown as a “perma-freelancer” and was being sexually harassed.
Read MoreI’m sure my husband and I could do our research, read the baby books, and try to figure this process out alone.
But I’m thankful I don’t have to.
Read MoreSal and his band got on stage and started to play- and I felt a shift. I could see the passion, vulnerability, and feel the sheer joy he was exuding. This quiet guy that sat behind me at work transformed into a full blown rock star. It was a side of him I’d never seen before and my stomach filled with butterflies.
Read MoreGrowing up on army bases and moving around every year or so, it always felt like my family was more focused on where we were going rather than where we were from.
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