"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
When I was eight months pregnant, I asked my brother-in-law what his number one piece of parenting advice would be. He responded with four impactful words...
Society teaches our daughters to show all parts of their body freely, to get what they want by using their sexual prowess, but demand that we aren’t judged by our pants or cup size. Not sure how that works.
"Stop and think…if an employer put attendance of higher value than human rights, would we not be calling our union and going to the press? Then why do we praise schools when they do this?"
"I want to say I never ever set out to be overbearing, or a so-called ‘helicopter parent’ or paranoid in any way. Unfortunately, life changed the way I parent my son."
"That’s when I heard it. 'F@*! this s*@t you nasty h$@!' And the words were flowing out of this mouth like a river…fast and furious. When I looked over, I saw a kid…probably about Gia’s age of 9…he was the one."
