I remember the very first time I realized I was just a white girl. And I don’t mean in the sense that I became aware of my skin color and how it differed from that of my darker skinned friends. I mean the first time I became aware that I was JUST a white girl….
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It’s Okay To Tell My Daughter She’s Pretty. And Smart.
Emma’s not a fan of getting dressed. Actually, that’s not entirely true. It’s more like she’s a fan of running away from me while I’m trying to dress her. She wants to climb into the rocker and squeal in delight as the chair moves back and forth, nearly toppling over backward with the force of…