“My love for running started with me running towards my mom.” Mallary Tenore's mother introduced her to one of the defining practices in her life: running — which has been equal parts destructive, spiritual, and healing.
Sometimes our wildest dreams are not for ourselves, but for those we love. Courtney Martin pens a powerful message of hope for her daughters' future, and for the future of women in the world.
Lives are so well-planned that we tend to focus on the destination. But what if we thought in terms of trajectory? A nuanced perspective on learning to see your grown-up children as independent adults who thrive and persevere.
On searching inside yourself, cultivating deep curiosity, and acknowledging women's talents as we flow like water?
A weekly roundup of the many things surfacing and playing out in the world with some of our favorite writers and thinkers.
What unites us all is that we all have mothers. A poet traces the path of her life through her Rumanian grandmother and the women who followed.
Riding the El train in Chicago prompts this essay on the pervasive grip of harshness and the vitality of gentleness. How can we be gentle with others when we struggle with being gentle with our selves first?
This past summer, I drove to Chicago with Grace Boggs and Myrtle Thompson of Feedom Freedom Growers for some book-signing events and radio interviews. During the four- to five-hour drive from Detroit, Myrtle and I shared stories about raising our children. Grace didn’t say much.