This is your One Celebration

Happy International Women’s Day

Let me tell you what it is like to be a modern mother in America, twenty twenty one, fam.

Let me tell you what it is like to set an alarm clock for five am because they will start stealing our hours before they wake. To set an alarm clock and then wake twenty minutes before it, twenty twenty one, fam. Awake twenty minutes before to run a list of emotional energy you’ll extend and expend trying to keep afloat a home or a child’s life or the bed of a man or the hope of a generation or the bottom line of a business. Let me tell you what it’s like to grind coffee beans in still and dark silence. Shave your legs with the lights off and the water a trickle. What it’s like to find moments for yourself while hoping to not be a nuisance, to not make a sound, to not be too much in too small of a space in too little time in twenty twenty one, fam.

Shall we ring up Oprah and talk about what it’s like to run to the top of the pyramid of womanhood and still need to lose weight to make a dime. What it’s like to pedal vulnerability because Elizabeth Warren’s competence reminds us we must be messy in our success. We must drop occasional balls or spinning plates. We must carry heavier trays with wider smiles and higher heels but not too well — like a steak on a grill we are better medium and rare — not too…