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I’m one of those people. I’m the woman letting a child run through racks of jackets at TJ Maxx while I shop for activewear. My kid is the one who learned how to drink out of a water bottle out of necessity. I’m the lady...

I am just going to put it all out there and say that I don’t really care about anything except the dessert. It is a shameful time in history to be that person; at least within the demographic I run with. Any more, I find I...

I started to fall out of love with my music career about 5 years ago. It was a gradual falling out, not one terrible show, or experience, more like a hundred teeny tiny pin pricks in the vessel that held my belief in what I...

Written by: Jessica Smith I do not feel like an average 25-year old woman. I may sound average since I’m a graduate student pursuing a Master of Social Work at Western Michigan University; I’m working a full time job as a reporter for a small-town newspaper, but...

I love the idea of women sharing stories as a way of creating a village and knowing that others share similar experiences. I adore being a woman and embrace my feminism proudly. Before having kids, I thought my life's purpose was to get more women elected...

With all of the recent talk about bathroom policies and laws, I think the time is ripe for discussing another bathroom issue.   I have a 13 year old son with Down syndrome.  He is obviously far too old to enter the ladies restrooms with me,...

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The First Winter Snow - Richard Brautigan Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body. Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal nature. Three months ago you were like a deer staring at the first winter snow. Now Aphrodite...

Kathy Berles Duisterhof Not at all coincidentally I believe, just four days prior to receiving this writing task I popped into Fresh Thyme Farmers Market on Burton Street, located just east of Breton, where the former Michigan Athletic Club used to be. It was a Friday...