Danielle Campoamor

So why do I, hell we, push against change?

I’m not sure how we arrived at the painfully stereotypical image of mothers we seem to collectively have.

The words that’ve kept me from leaving, kept me from staying, and have kept me from unraveling more times than I care to admit. 

I’m sorry I haven’t always been in control of you, as I know you’re well aware.

I’m a good girlfriend now.

A weathered reminder of everything I used to consider normal.

Full disclosure: I am a new mom.

I’m finished. I’m breaking up with football.

By working to end prejudices by way of ranking prejudices, we’re becoming immune to prejudices. And we don’t even realize it.

So many expect you to lose parts of yourself in order to gain others.

I find myself struggling to understand. 

I just can’t quite figure out why.

And I wouldn’t have found my calling.

Don’t worry girl, I got you.

I didn’t have a home growing up. I had a house.

You’re never ready when it inevitably finds you.

My first encounter with the beast that is a hideous first date came at the impressionable age of 16.

Panic, my love. Before I met you I felt panic.