In August 2011, I was trying on a dress in a Brooklyn boutique when my phone buzzed to notify me that my mom had emailed. Expecting the usual check-in -- how was my weekend going, and here's a photo of the new puppy -- I instead read: "I am attaching a copy of a letter I have written to Mayor Cory Booker suggesting that he meet Adina.*"
Yesterday, a blog that I submitted to The Huffington Post was published. I screenshotted it. Yes, I did that. A post that I wrote about pausing to find your pause button. Published. As in online. On. The. Huffington. Post. I immediately felt like I needed to hit the pause button and share the news with family and friends.
I see women "belonging" in certain roles as anachronistic. Professional women aren't place-holding, servile, coffee-pouring drones in a hive. But they aren't all queen bees either. We're sentient critters with expansive interests and abilities. We are self-sufficient, highly consequential, impressive people, who, way more often than not, raise children too.