Dear Ron,

I saw the picture of you smiling as you held up the newly signed legislation that bans transgender children from participating in sports. I couldn’t tell if your tight smile was just forced, or if you were feeling smug to have taken such a decisive stance in the culture wars. Unfortunately, that signature and upturned lip also sealed your fate staunchly on the wrong side of history and humanity.

The signed bill, ink not yet dry, was posed for impeccable photo ops in your left hand. …

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“Wanting to be a good dad, I flew down with them last night and am flying back this afternoon,” Cruz said after The Associated Press and other media outlets had reported details of the trip.

Ted Cruz boarded a plane to Mexico in the midst of a Texas states emergency following a rare and severe winter storm that knocked out power, snarled operations and cut off water supply, including to hospitals.

While he claims he went just to see his daughters off safely on their vacation and then promptly return to the crisis unfolding in his home state, the real…

I am voting for the families who don’t know where their next meal is coming from.

I am voting for all the grandmas who risk death just to get a hug.

I am voting for all the children with two moms or two dads who may lose legal protections.

I am voting for the salt of the Earth Americans who deserve to stop being peddled lies, used as pawns for billionaire gain.

I am voting for Black people who deserve to move freely through their day without fear of deadly force by those paid with their very own tax dollars…

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To all of the fathers who can’t handle watching their kids, even when you are the designated stay-at-home parent, and even when your failure to do so means your wife has to quit her job, dissolve her business, and lose your only source of income during a global pandemic and looming economic depression: hell hath no pity.

We are the women who work thankless jobs, some of us for many hours, some of us doing manual labor, and often with nothing to show for it except for a meager paycheck that barely covers the basics. Our bones ache when we…

We’ve had a lot of laughs poking fun of Karen across the internet these past few months, and Karens, in impeccable Karen fashion, are probably not amused.

They haven’t appreciated your blaming them when you were delayed at the drive-thru because someone was complaining that they didn’t get their honey mustard sauce, and you pinned it on Karen. They haven’t liked the daggers you threw their way because your boss piled extra work on your plate, you knew it was because Karen asked too many questions at the team meeting and now everyone was paying the price.

Karen may be…

Raising a child with a woman I call my wife was lightyears from what I imagined my fate might be at the turn of the new millennia. The landscape for me as a lesbian has changed so much in that time.

Woman looking at mother kissing baby girl while standing at home
Woman looking at mother kissing baby girl while standing at home
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We are just a few breaths away from stepping into the second decade of the second millennia. There’s something about rounded numbers that makes us more contemplative and reflective. I suppose it makes sense. I never thought about living to the year 2020 in any concrete way. The year on its face feels more “Space Odyssey” than the alarm clock-driven, suburban mom gig I currently inhabit.

But when I think about where I was 20 years ago at the turn of the millennium, the thought of the life I am now living is stranger than science fiction. …

I have learned that there is nothing more centering, more reality-invoking than spending time with my baby.

Mother lifting baby son
Mother lifting baby son
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I worked for a Buddhist magazine for six years. While I never officially considered myself a Buddhist, I jokingly referred to myself as “Buddhist by diffusion” when practitioners asked me how I identified. Working for and with the Buddhists was in many ways the most chill job I’ve ever had. At noon every day, someone would ring a gong and we’d turn the office phones off, slip out of our shoes, and gather in a circle with cushions to meditate for 20 minutes.

We preached mindfulness, non-violence, and living in the moment — all universal philosophies that self-help books have…

As mothers, we are marked by our striated bellies, our leaky and then deflated breasts, the dark bags under our eyes, the unidentifiable stains on our clothes — but it’s all worth it.

Shot of a young woman bonding with her baby boy at home
Shot of a young woman bonding with her baby boy at home
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The time separating the fetus growing inside my abdomen and my newborn baby cradled in my arms was only a matter of seconds, but the chasm between them could fit an entire universe. The moment my baby was born, I was no longer me. My body, my mind, my priorities, my heart, my fears, my everything, shifted entirely.

“Raising a kid is really stressful,” an acquaintance said to me and my then-girlfriend at a party several years ago. “If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t have one.”

It was impossible to hide our astonished expressions at…

We’re constantly told to practice self-care to stave off burnout, but that prescriptive time comes at a cost — even if the cost is just guilt.

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As my family’s breadwinner, I keep us afloat with a full-time job and several side-hustles. My most important job — and the one I feel I never get enough time to carry out successfully — is parenting our 2-year-old. I have a very short window every morning and every evening, which sometimes gets truncated by early or late work meetings, when I get to see my child.

Despite working nonstop, I feel like I’ll never get ahead on our bills and savings or on my endless list of to-dos. Forget about finding time for anything else, like a date with…

I rush home every night to maximize time with my toddler, but that often means putting in more hours after he goes to sleep.

Young adult woman talking on the phone whilst looking at paperwork after hours.
Young adult woman talking on the phone whilst looking at paperwork after hours.
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I work a 9-to-5-ish job. The “ish” part is because I rush home from work each day to spend whatever sliver of face-time I can get with my toddler.

I try to leave not a second later than 5, and often leave work even earlier, because my two-year-old starts to lose steam by 6. By 6:30 or 7 his bedtime routine in in full swing. That means I have a tiny window in which to spend quality — or really any — time with him, an hour or two at most. …

Allison Hope

Writer and native New Yorker who favors humor over sadness, travel over television, and coffee over sleep. @bubballie

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