Diary of a (Revolutionary) Housewife
Hello there, new friend.
I’m so glad you found me. This is a special space, where I unpack the many and tangled yarns of motherhood and even humanhood, and what it means to make a Home.
My writing here describes the arc of a mama. I began, some 10 years ago, by hashing out the experience of “staying home” and putting one’s energy into such a small and humble job, when you are a modern day feminist who’s used to getting more notable shit done.
Of late, I have come out the other end of the intense mama-daze, now I’m exploring what it means to re-enter the Big Bad World of endeavor and ambition. To be a mama of older kids, where there is a bit of blessed breathing room once again.
Wherever you are on that arc, I trust you will find solace and solidarity here, and maybe a few laughs too. Welcome.
New here? Start with these Readers’ Favorites.
Feeling lost? Alone? Like the only one of your kind? I’m with you sister.
Hello You Shy Confused Feminist Housewife, You
When did we start belittling the job of making human beings?
A defense, to myself above all, of the importance of making a home.
To hell with the New York Times, I’m still blushing from this review from a real, live mama:
“I was thinking you should write a book… you write so eloquently and with such passion. You’re thought-provoking, insightful, open, sincere and generous. Like a dear friend who inspires and comforts all at once. You challenge and confront. But then I thought… you have written … and it’s free for all who need it. How truly generous of you.
I still find it a strange experience to write to someone whom I do not know, but reading your posts is like a bit of soul food each day. You make the things I aspire to seem so very sensible.
With many, many thanks,
K. from Australia”
