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Dear White Lactivists

Dear White Lactivists,

Racism is not our prop.

Racism is not dead, it is not gone, it is not a thing of the past, it is not almost eradicated, it is not someone else’s problem, and it is not something we are subject to (please eliminate the phrase “reverse racism” from your vocabulary posthaste).

Racism is not our [...]

No, less-than-threes do not need their moms 24/7/365

“A mother shouldn’t leave her child until about the age of three”, declares a father.

Oh, I do not think so.

What infants and toddlers and preschoolers need is attachment — loving, responsive care from people they know and trust, preferably have known for most or all of their lives but at least with whom they have [...]

How to lose my business in one easy step (today’s lesson thanks to Vistaprint); also, breastfeeding on business cards? You betcha!

How to lose my business in one easy step (today’s lesson thanks to Vistaprint)

It’s ridiculously easy, really. All you have to do is have a required drop down menu on your sign up form, with no opt out or Other or fill-in-the-blank option, with these three and only these three options:

Mr.
Mrs.
Miss

(bonus douchebaggery points for making [...]

Nursing and nuance: breastfeeding isn’t creepy, except when it is

The Boychick weaned sometime between Christmas and his birthday. I’m pretty sure he was still nursing at Christmas, and I know he was done by his birthday, because part of me was sad we didn’t make it to three years.

But most of the rest of me? Was so, so relieved.

I loved nursing him. I loved [...]

Blast from the past: A letter in defense of public breastfeeding

I recently came across this letter I wrote in October 2005 — a year and a half before the Boychick was born. Although there are a few things I would write differently now — places where I would soften my language or add disclaimers about the value of formula or pumping when called for, claims [...]

Third Birthday

Monday was the Boychick’s birthday. My third anniversary of the joyful day when I birthed him.

And oh, was it full of joy. Once I could bring back in my body each of the sensations — the pressures, the muscle tightenings, the gasps and words and shouts and whispered pleas, the rush of joy that washed [...]

NPFP Guest Post: It’s Never Simple

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]

Moments in time: a love letter

Welcome to the February Carnival of Natural Parenting: Love and partners!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how a co-parent has or has not supported us in our dedication to natural parenting. Please read to the [...]

I need to read to write: a good ol’ fashioned link post

After several months of completely ignoring its existence, I’m trying to clean up my Google Reader: trim it down, shift it over, and make it reflect the blogs that I actually want to read, but don’t catch in my Twitter stream due to missed timing (or the author — gasp! — not tweeting). I am [...]

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