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The Book That Made Me a Feminist

With the recent Women's March and women taking a larger role on the world stage, the idea of feminism has been on my mind a lot. I am a feminist and proud. But what made me this way?

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Return to the Women’s March

As I waited on the metro platform the day of the first Women's March back in 2017, I was filled with a heady mixture of bewilderment, anger and the overwhelming desire to scream. One year later I'm heading back for the 2nd March filled with different emotions...

Monday Blog: A Tale of Two (Indie) Bookstores

Independent bookstores, like people, have their own personalities. That's why I prefer these stores to the cavernous and cold Barnes and Nobles of the world. Going to a new indie bookstore is like making a new friend. And I made two recently in Washington, DC.

Earth Day Thoughts: Science Needs a March? When Did This Happen?

Yesterday I went to the March for Science in DC, which happened to be, appropriately, on Earth Day. It was a day filled with great people, great posters and a sense of purpose. Even the rain couldn't dampen the that warming feeling - together, we can change this world for the better. Still, I struggle with the fact that I just went to a march for science. Science! Really? This is what we've come to?

Sunday Funday: One Crazy Afternoon of Books, Music and Food (But Mostly Books)

On our way to our weekly music lesson on Sunday, my daughter sat in the back seat of the car lamenting that we never do anything interesting on Sundays and that she needed more steps. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, Sundays in our family are "boring." So, you can guess what I suggested - let's check out a new bookstore!

Signs of the Times from the Women’s March in DC: This is What Democracy Looks Like

Every time someone yelled "Tell me what democracy looks like" and a roaring crowd responded, "This is what democracy looks like," I felt my heart lifted with hope just a little bit on Saturday during the Women's March on Washington. I first heard this refrain when we stepped out of the subway...

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