Carrie Saum

When I turned 21, my body crashed.

I didn't have even an ounce of energy to spare to process my own feelings. Everything I had went to my son.

As white feminists, we have an absolute and undeniable responsibility to seek out perspectives of marginalized people and gain understanding.

Apparently, there's a thing happening in Houston this weekend. A sportsball game of some sort and people are super excited about it.

After my husband and I were first married, we hit a rocky patch.

Friends. I have discovered something magical.

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The fastest way to living without strings is to be up front about expectations and exchanges, even if it's uncomfortable. Like money. Like time. Like emotional sweat equity.

Once upon a time, I went to Greece. Then I went to a tiny island and didn’t tell anyone. And then I ate a lot of amazing Greek food, hung out with the Australian water polo team who had just competed in the Olympics, and drank Heineken all day from a can.

In February, you gave me that soul-punching gaze again and told me it's okay to eat bread while we obtain Our Best Bodies. You lost 26(!) pounds and you eat bread every damn day! I feel how miraculous this is for you because you've probably made bread evil, along with All The Carbs and fat on your body.