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On a whim a few months ago I bought two I Like Books, because they were 50% off and cute. I can't pass up a bargain or the chance to feel like a good mom. The I Like Books are for parents to document a daily "like" about their kid. I like your big smile. I like that you are a good friend to your brother. I like that you only were in time out once today. Whatever it is. There are two spaces for
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Three weeks ago I had an idea that was prompted by our family's experience cooking dinner for the men at a local shelter: I was going to collect backpacks, toiletries, clothing, blankets, gloves and hats; and whatever else I could get my hands on to make some care packages for the 30 men. When I decided this I had no idea if it was going to be possible. 

I had no idea what would become of this 
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Last night my family cooked dinner at  the Student-Run Emergency Housing Unit of Philadelphia.  The shelter is staffed by local college students who volunteer their time.  There are 36 guests at the shelter from November to April. A friend of ours is the faculty adviser for the project and she had put the call out for volunteers. So I had signed up for dinner last night and several of my 
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I first want to apologize for the rambling nature of this post.  This is more therapy than a well-crafted piece of nonfiction.  Shit, I have no idea what I want to say.  I just know I need to get out what's inside and I'm home alone with no grown ups to talk to and sometimes the internets full of strangers is a better audience than your best friend.  If you have no idea what I'm talking about; 
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I have been thinking about the 'Fertility Class Divide' for a long time now and I can't shake a few troubling thoughts about what it means that women in high socio-economic class are not having children or having much fewer children than women in lower socioeconomic classes.  But most importantly, more of those children born to lower income women are unintended. So here are my take aways:



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Some times I can be a real jerk.  Lately I have been especially jerky to my boy, for no known reason other than hormonal surges and exhaustion.  Tonight the jerk in me came out to play again and I broke one of my own rules.  And now I feel terrible, full of guilt and disappointment.  Whenever I find myself in this head space I don't know what to do with myself.  I feel like I need a time out, a 
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Joan Rivers' face -the result of our society's ageist sexism

Help me!  I am getting old.  The first clues were easy enough to dismiss, the first gray hairs appeared at 30, but were easily plucked and discarded.  The fine lines around my eyes could be tamed by sleep and a cheap eye cream, but no longer.  But the proverbial straw has been watching my breasts deflate and head south.  I knew that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xUzMEWMxYzyxBQAhmk1Zc_XEJAs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xUzMEWMxYzyxBQAhmk1Zc_XEJAs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~4/-aZkgMYi90Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom-isnt-free-except-when-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGRX4-eCp7ImA9WhZXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772844566793691526.post-1509606664164749199</id><published>2011-05-08T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:30:24.050-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T20:30:24.050-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="activism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminism" /><title>Happy F*&amp;^king Mother's Day</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1509606664164749199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-f-mothers-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/1509606664164749199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/1509606664164749199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~3/OpLlqAlImWs/happy-f-mothers-day.html" title="Happy F*&amp;^king Mother's Day" /><author><name>Nicole Johns</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106741370569576858784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y89WL6ESwDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAESM/gvDtsOKtxZc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I just finished reading this great post over at the Ms. Blog by Natalie Wilson and it has got me thinking.  The more I live my life as a mother the more I realize that mothers get screwed (and not in the MILF kind of way).  We are expected to do everything for our families, our partners, our households, and still be sexy, vibrant, put-together women.  We are expected to keep quiet about the poor 
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In a week I am running the world famous Broad Street Run in beautiful Philadelphia, the nation's largest 10 mile race.  40,000 people and I will be 
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I don't read Mommy Bloggers, for the most part.  I read blogs 
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Ridiculous, yet awesome tattoo weirdworm.com
At least once a week someone makes a comment like 'I don't know how you do it' or 'I couldn't do all that you do'.  They are commenting on the fact that I work part time, parent two children (a 4 yr old and a 5 mo old), go to grad school part time, keep up with a regular exercise routine and whatever else they think I do with my time.  I am not 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yYTJzBY9Whx4eHdikaZBOIwjw4w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yYTJzBY9Whx4eHdikaZBOIwjw4w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~4/OdRoW0Xs83A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-do-you-do-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGQXozfyp7ImA9Wx5aEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772844566793691526.post-4634299154511770032</id><published>2010-11-07T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:02:00.487-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T12:02:00.487-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title>What do we teach our kids about poverty?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4634299154511770032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-we-teach-our-kids-about-poverty.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/4634299154511770032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/4634299154511770032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~3/6W_PnaOM0TQ/what-do-we-teach-our-kids-about-poverty.html" title="What do we teach our kids about poverty?" /><author><name>Nicole Johns</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106741370569576858784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y89WL6ESwDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAESM/gvDtsOKtxZc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Despite how stretched or stressed your financial life, if you are reading this you are pretty damn lucky.  You are not one of the billion plus people (women, children, elders, men) living in extreme poverty.  Extreme poverty doesn't mean that you can't afford your rent, it means you might not have a roof.  Extreme poverty doesn't mean you can't afford your grocery bill, it means you might eat one
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Before you think I totally lost my mind, read this Double X piece on pro-life feminists (yellow sweater wearers).


I am a pro-life feminist. Which means to me that I find abortion to be a moral choice and one I am equally adverse to as any other taking of life, including the death penalty, murder, war, etc.  I do not think abortions should be illegal.  I do not think women or 
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The United Nations Convention on the Elimination of all forms of Discrimination Against Women (CEDAW) is the most complete international agreement on basic human rights for women and was adopted by the United Nations (UN) General Assembly in 1979. To date, 185 countries have ratified CEDAW. Even though the U.S. helped draft the treaty, it is the 
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Me at the beach.
Nope, it ain't the love you feel for your kids.  It's the love you feel for yourself.  Thanks to another awesome post on Already Pretty I am feeling the self-love and wanting to share it with my sisters.

Your body is amazing and strong and gorgeous.  Being a woman is a remarkable gift.  Our bodies can create life, make food, and carry the weight of the world.  We come in every
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It's heartening for me to read posts by other women thinking about some of the issues I struggle with and offering their own insights.  So often I feel isolated and lonely in my 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5THfOlGc6T4BhoABroNJswAuEgs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5THfOlGc6T4BhoABroNJswAuEgs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~4/HSpuR7KwwOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/mothers-for-womens-lib-feminist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNQXo_eCp7ImA9Wx5TGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3772844566793691526.post-8936754614039360062</id><published>2010-08-04T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:59:50.440-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T12:59:50.440-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy breastfeeding" /><title>Here we go again</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8936754614039360062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thinkmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/8936754614039360062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3772844566793691526/posts/default/8936754614039360062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iVSqT/~3/iU05t0Wid4A/here-we-go-again.html" title="Here we go again" /><author><name>Nicole Johns</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106741370569576858784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y89WL6ESwDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAESM/gvDtsOKtxZc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So I went and had another baby.

My son, B., was born by c-section on June 9th.  Maybe someday I'll write about his birth but not today.
Today's post is about breastfeeding since it is the start of International Breastfeeding Week. I want to discuss breastfeeding in front of other people. This has been a hot topic in breastfeeding circles lately - well it always is.  Recently there have been 
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His main point is that women in many parts of the world lack knowledge of and access to effective and safe birth control methods.  Some of the barriers are due to culture 
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Our kids are defenseless targets for marketers of junk food and are getting sick and fat because of our inability to say NO and the 24-7 cheap access to non-foods marketed to kids.  Here are just a few articles I found on the topic. There will be more to come.   I am particularly interested in the links between 
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Pampers claims that disposable diapers are better for babies and just as good for the environment as cloth/reusable diapers. So I did a little research and thinking. 

I have used all kinds of diapers from bumGenius deluxe all-in-one cloth diapers to Pampers with the superabsorbant gels to Seventh Generation non-bleached disposables to Tushies natural ones.  I have to say 
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