Some lessons about social justice, no matter how terrible, are better learned by living than by lecture. By Francie Arenson Dickman
I don’t want to mess this up. I live in fear of being seen as a privileged person with an accessory on my arm. By Jenn O’Connor
My son plays Fortnite. I’m not worried he will grow up to be violent because of it; I’m worried how the toxic masculinity it portrays affects us all. By Sharon Holbrook
I actively chose hope in having a child, and when you choose hope you also choose despair.
By Shannon Lell
I want my children to be part of a college community that is more in line with the ideologies of #Imwithher than #MAGA.
By Randi Olin
We will fight, my daughters and I. In our black stretch pants and pink pussy hats, we will take our stand.
By Francie Arenson Dickman
After this election, if we want our children to be a part of the solution, we need to start modeling activism for them.
By Jody Allard
One mother’s experience getting through the day, now that she knows Trump is the President of the United States.
By Sara Ackerman
When my daughter smiles, she is not a “beauty queen.” She smiles because she is happy.
By Marina Koestler Ruben
Without practicing curious, respectful engagement ourselves, we can’t expect to pass it on to our children.
By Sharon Holbrook