Raising children should not be as lonely, bankrupting, and exhausting as it is.

The division between home and work remains paramount to the system we live under.

True allyship lives in relationships, true solidarity requires giving up some comfort, material resources, and power—and sharing it with others.

I don’t believe care work has to wreck us. This labor can be shared, social, collective—and transformative.

Believing in the inherent value of your body—and yourself—is a tricky act in modern America, where we are expected to work a paid job in order to “earn a living.”

What if every child believed that being “good” at a sport or activity—football, badminton, or ballet; break dancing, skateboarding, or curling; fencing, jumping rope, or juggling—means that you enjoy doing it?

I don’t believe care work has to wreck us. This labor can be shared, social, collective—and transformative.

We have been trained to view our houses and apartments as private refuges, but they must also be seen for what they are: job sites where millions of dollars of the global economy are directly exchanged.

Rather than viewing care work as characteristic of the noun “motherhood,” I now see it as the action of mothering, which includes anyone who is engaged in “the practice of creating, nurturing, affirming and supporting life.”