Gemma Hartley

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

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

“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.