Last September, the day of the Kavanaugh hearings, I spent a lot of time online with friends, revisiting old bad memories of men from before. At the end of the day we were
Evil Witches began as a few private Facebook messages to moms I trusted and liked—basically, people who would say “Oh my god, me too” and commiserate with me, or better yet, one-up
I asked some of my old-hand mom friends what message they could send to new mothers out there, or to women discovering that they are witches (welcome.) The message was one of permission—
The other day, a friend crowdsourced tales of women's oddest pregnancy symptoms on Facebook, and the responses ranged from eczema to a better singing range to improved eyesight. But nobody had