Gemma Hartley
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Gemma Hartley Articles
Again and again I refuse to prioritize, refuse to let anything slide, at the expense of my physical and mental health.
Read...Back when I had my first child, back when he was still a baby, I imagined us moving to the mountains. I was thinking about having three more kids, living off the grid, and soaking up every last bit of their wild childhood. It was a fantasy, through and through.
Read...I wish I had realized there was no such thing as being too young to have mental health issues. That there was nothing shameful about postpartum struggles.
Read...The insecurities about my age pushed me over the edge, making me work myself to the bone trying to be what I thought society would deem as a “good mom.” So I wish people understood that it’s never OK to comment on a mother’s age — young or old. Because the judgmental connotation is always there, no matter how innocent the intent.
Read...Becoming an adult didn’t magically open me up to their world and their psyche as I thought it would. Even having children of my own did little to unravel the mystery of my parents, because I wasn’t really interested in exploring honestly. I have always been concerned with who my parents were in relation to me, not who they were on their own.
Read...Like many progressives, the early days of Trump's presidency have left me angry, exhausted, and fighting with strangers on Facebook.
Read...“Feminism” wasn’t a word I heard much growing up. When I did hear it, I equated it with a historical event, not a work in progress. I thought first-wave feminism was a one-and-done deal, and that all the work necessary for women’s equality had already been accomplished.
Read...There is a time to be prudent and fair to “many sides” of an issue, but dealing with Nazis is not that time.
Read...My six-year-old son got into the car after school and declared he only wanted to have one kid when he grew up.
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