Gemma Hartley

Again and again I refuse to prioritize, refuse to let anything slide, at the expense of my physical and mental health.

Last week, the internet went into an understandable uproar when a Christian woman decided to take to Facebook to talk about how she is

When I made the decision to become a stay-at-home mother, the choice was an easy one.

Sometimes, I think back to all the ridiculous things I did for boys when I was younger and cringe.

To be honest, I consider myself pretty damn good at adulting. I’m a great cook, as long as I have a recipe. I’m a self-taught professional baker.

I felt unique in my passion for martial arts, my affinity for Call of Duty, my go-with-the-flow attitude toward boyish adventures. I wanted to be “one of the guys,” while still retaining the distinction of my sexuality. I longed to be the quintessential cool girl — desirable yet approachable. But in retrospect, all that really amounted to internalized misogyny.

If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, eight of them married, four of them teenaged.

Raise a glass to Friendsgiving - feasting without any sides of controversy or conspiracy theorizing. Friendsgiving is the best of all feasts.

My six-year-old son got into the car after school and declared he only wanted to have one kid when he grew up.