Gemma Hartley
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At Santa Rosa Christian School, dancing was a gateway drug. The gyrating, the slow romantic swaying...
Read...When my son was a baby, I used my husband as a second set of hands. He was my co-parent, the other caretaker... I was no longer viewing him as my partner, but rather as an aide to attaining the next level of mothering. Even though my husband never called me out on my behavior, I slowly but surely hung up my need for perfection. Because if being a great mother means being a crappy wife, I don't want any part of it.
Read...My husband and I have been together for 12 years, eight of them married, four of them teenaged.
Read...I was lucky enough to avoid a great deal of body negativity growing up.
Read...Mom friends were the ones to whom you were supposed to spill all those dark parenting thoughts. I wanted that mom-magic. I knew it was out there somewhere.
Read...Like many progressives, the early days of Trump's presidency have left me angry, exhausted, and fighting with strangers on Facebook.
Read...You know that annoying friend who loves to vaguebook about the woes in her life or is always complaining on social media about how her kids are destroying her home and mental health? Super annoying, right? Well, that was me — every damn day, for years.
Read...To be honest, it’s exhausting, and I am ready to shed this pesky baby weight once and for all. I mean that literally.
Read...I spent the better part of two years a frazzled mess over things that ultimately didn’t matter. My child was still growing up perfectly normal, even when he didn’t follow the straight and narrow path set forth by his pediatrician. I was driving myself over the edge for nothing.
Read...I hate some of the things I see my friends and family post on Facebook.
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