Over at Feministe, Lauren wrote about the tendency of some (important word that is, “some”) child-free/childless feminists to look down their noses at parents, specifically at mothers. A few good sound-bytes: My identity is...
Snippet of an IM conversation with a Male Friend Who Usually Thinks He Knows Everything (MFWUTHKE). He’d just read these two posts on Maya’s site. MFWUTHKE: interesting stuff on the Maya saying NO on...
[Mary has well-behaved toddlers in public] by clear communication in advance, by making expectations understood, and by following through with firm, compassionate, consistency. The key to avoiding conflict and acrimony, and to creating a...
Allison Los Alamos, NM
After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.
Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.
But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.