Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Yesterday I felt the burden (more weighty than ever before) of raising two daughters in this painful, messy, unjust world.

    Yesterday I felt the hope (more substantive than ever before) in seeing my two daughters long for something more.

    The film was hard to watch. We cried. We raged. We walked back to the car in the rain. We rode home in near-silence - accompanied by newly-compelled passion, an undeniable call to advocacy, and just enough rage to kick some ass.

    Yesterday, two slightly put-out teenage girls left my home. Two crusaders returned - joined by a passionate (and pissed-off) mom who will fight to her dying breath (no matter the burden) to hold on to hope, to change the world.

    (Go see the film:
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.