Brave enough to be angry: “To put it another way, it took me two decades to become brave enough to be angry. Feminism is the collective manifestation of female anger. They suppress our anger for a reason. Let’s prove them right.” (The New York Times)
A mother, a daughter, and racism in 2017: “I love the idea of reclaiming my time because of its hopefulness and its impossibility. What better way to resist a presidency that consumes all attention, or a president hell-bent on erasing social progress, than to take back time itself?” (Vogue)
Finally, gynecological tools designed by people with vaginas: “Though Kumar knows the medical industry is a hard one to disrupt, she argues that Yona’s redesign is really not asking doctors to adopt new practices, rather to improve existing ones.” (The Lily)
Teaching my son about ‘privilege’: “He is being raised with a strong pride in his heritage, but also huge responsibility to be a good man.” (Mother)
Aran Goyoaga on Cultivating Love in the Kitchen + Meringue Cake with Roasted Apples From Cannelle et Vanille Bakes Simple
"Set a humble table and eat beautiful simple food. Nothing has to be fancy. When you make yourself comfortable, your guests will feel comfortable."
On gun reform and speaking truth to bullshit, practicing civility, and affecting change: “Our silence, however, comes at a very high individual and collective cost. Individually, we pay with our integrity. Collectively, we pay with divisiveness, and even worse, we bypass effective problem solving.” (Brene Brown)
Diana Nyad's life after sexual assault: “Each year, as the events of my youth recede further and further, my current life carries more emotional significance than that long-ago era. I bounce out of bed every day, thrilled to greet the sunrise. I live my life with great gusto. I tell people that I can look back at each stage of my life with no regrets because, win or lose, I throw my best self at everything I try. I walk down the street as though I own it. All the while, the trauma has lodged in an obscure corner of my soul. I refuse to believe it’s a lifelong imprint, yet, with age 70 in clear view, I admit to wondering whether I will ever entirely heal that young girl who was pinned down.
Tell your story. Let us never again be silenced.” (The New York Times)