Have you forgotten yet? Have you forgotten what it felt like to go about your life pre-pandemic? My brain has switched to a different filter system. If I watch a movie or see an image from the pre-pandemic world, the… Read More ›
Marcia Mount Shoop
Blinded by the White by Marcia Mount Shoop
White supremacy culture is on full display day in and day out in America. You don’t have to strain to see it—the President’s recent comparison of the impeachment proceedings to a lynching is the latest example. Of course, even such… Read More ›
To Dread and To Savor: Mothering in Real Time by Marcia Mount Shoop
It happened in the blink of an eye. So much of how we got here is blurry. I try to parse out the moments that came together to add up to this many years. I pause to absorb fragments, moments of… Read More ›
Just How Rotten Are Things in Denmark? by Marcia Mount Shoop
The Shakespearean quote, “something is rotten in the state of Denmark,” comes from a palace guard. After watching Prince Hamlet walk away with the ghost of Hamlet’s murdered father, the former King, the guard has a sinking feeling about how… Read More ›
Why Not Me? by Marcia Mount Shoop
My “me too” went out for all to see way before Facebook existed, way before there were hash tags and internet pages for unveiling our secrets to the world. In all the years that have passed since I first spoke… Read More ›
My Turn: A Femifesto by Marcia Mount Shoop
It’s coming up on a year now that pretty much everything changed in my family’s life. My over twenty years of married life, up until last year around this time, our lives had been built around my husband’s job. John’s… Read More ›
Do You Know Why We Are Marching? by Marcia Mount Shoop
When we got into the car to go, I asked my twelve-year-old daughter, “Do you know why we are marching today?” “To protest Donald Trump?” she replied. I explained that some people may be going for that reason, but that… Read More ›
Elegy for An Old Life Gone: A Feminist Says Goodbye to Football by Marcia Mount Shoop
I married into your strange cadence A drumbeat that never felt natural All consuming was your intention But I protected pieces of myself from your designs And more pieces retrieved me As you showed me your true colors You were… Read More ›
Painting Guadalupe and Mary by Angela Yarber
As we feminists struggle to elevate Mary and Guadalupe, we sometimes forget that speaking of birth and gestation is not always empowering or even essential to womanhood. It is early morning on the Hill of Tepeyak on December 9, 1531… Read More ›
The David Syndrome? By Marcia Mount Shoop
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like we’re all in Junior High or High School again with the Petraeus scandal? There is drama at every turn with boundaries crossed and accusations slung across every lunch table there… Read More ›
Living Liminality: Of Thresholds and Dwelling Places by Marcia W. Mount Shoop
Sometimes I think it happened gradually. Other times it feels like sudden change. Either way I find myself in an in-between space that is my life. With apologies to Victor Turner and his cultural anthropological appropriation of liminality as a… Read More ›
