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In The Moonlight: #IHadAMiscarriage

How do we support women and families who have gone through this painful experience?
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The Kavanaugh Hangover

To all of the humans who are feeling the weight and depth of their own experiences, I see you.
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The Color(ism) Divide in Motherhood

I am worthy of being her mother despite being a brown-skinned woman.
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My Partner, His Ex, Their Son & Me

I never imagined myself as Dad's Girlfriend. Before dating John* those words immediately conjured up either a very beautiful or very ugly woman with nasty plans: Cinderella’s Wicked Stepmother, The Parent Trap’s greedy Meredith Blake, the Evil Queen in Snow White … and me? Uh, no. I was the free spirit, the girl who worked...
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Why I’m Done Dating Older Men

I saw things in my past relationships that I’d never seen before. I realized men had claimed a subtle ownership over me. It was an unspoken transaction, a power dynamic that discreetly entitled them to my compliance and affection, an undercurrent that I don’t think any of us perceived at the time. In defying social...
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My Complicated & Controlling Father

They say practice makes perfect. I used to take that approach to my relationship with my dad, thinking that if I kept showing up, over and over again, eventually it would get better and that time would heal all things. It didn’t work. It bred more of the same. Practice doesn’t make perfect, it makes...
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This Is (Really) Us

Most days, I wonder how we got to this point. Shouldn’t we be married by now? Our friends are thinking about having kids and planning their futures together. I’m thinking about what to say that might save us.
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My Parents Made it Hard For Me to Find My Own Voice

A house of two alcoholics and not much social interaction had brought me here. What was normal in our home, the slurred words, was exposed to the outside world for the first time.
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My Best Friend Broke Up With Me

It was a platonic love, more special even than kinship or sisterhood. We weren't born tethered to each other; we chose to be.
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