I’m Jewish, and a #Feminist-- and I am completely okay with being called a Feminazi. Here’s why. At first, when I heard the term it sounded gross, and most of the time is used to demean third-wave feminism

Let me start by saying I come from Chicago. Actually, I was #homeless in Chicago. I lost my job, and didn't know where I would be sleeping each night. It was time to turn my #life around, and if I ever

I wore my mom’s clothes or hand me downs from her friends, often unclean and in disarray; and none of it fit. Oh, and I got my first period. My life was a complete mess, and I wasn’t even in the 6th grade

This is Part III of my mini series on divorce through a child's perspective. These are my true experiences, with the hard-to-read details left out. If it resonated with you, please comment and upvote!

Read Part I here: Our Family Collapsed: A Prologue That summer we moved out of our middle class suburban home, to a refurbished farm house in the middle of nowhere, in a large, churchy town on the countryside.

My life was pretty normal, once. Sure, me and my sister had different fathers, and I never knew mine, but that didn’t stop us from being a regular family. Lots of kids have step-parents and siblings. When