When I went to college, one of the first classes I took was Women’s Studies. How could I resist learning about the history of women since I am a woman? My professor was named Dr. Jean Peterson and she was a cool hippie chick from back in the day,…
By teaching a child disrespect and hate for people different from him/herself, parents impair their child's healthy emotional development and hold him/her back from developing a complete image of diversity the world offers.
I got off the bus and slowly walked across the street on route to the hospital. It was a cold, dreary evening and snow was everywhere and my mother was dead.
Ninety percent of mothers report work-family conflicts. Children complain more about exhausted parents than absent parents.
From the first breath, first day of school, first prom, first heartbreak until the parent's last breath, the fledgling’s flight is of paramount importance, just like nature.
According to the Center for Disease Control, just having a gay straight alliance group in a school dramatically decreases depression, marijuana and alcohol abuse, suicidal thoughts and unexcused absences, imagine the positive outcome if an inclusive history were taught.
Think about it. Are you teaching your children to embrace love, embrace acceptance and embrace each other? Or to fear change, fear diversity, fear difference, maybe even fear you? Will they join the bully in the schoolyard? Will they be the bully in the schoolyard?
There was a very sobering video posted today on the facebook blog page, courtesy of Stop Teenage Suicide and Wipeout Homophobia on Facebook. Sobering because it was a mother telling how her 5-year-old son had been bullied to the point where he wanted to die. Five years old!!! There…
Here's the real deal: it is time for people to start speaking up for love, to start speaking up against hate...in all forms. It's the only way we're going to change our culture. It's the only way we're going to start seeing the incidences of bullying, hatred, violence and intolerance towards LGBT teens or anybody perceived to be different.
True to her words, her mother stood at the door with open arms. She held Robyn as they both wept. It wasn’t sadness. It was relief. A weight lifted. It was love. That type that you only feel with your Mum.