Having three daughters always feels special, but there's something about this time of year, especially during an election season, where it also feels powerful... of being denied life-saving procedures, of what we can and can't do with our bodies being a matter of public debate.
Our love for all things dark and spooky, for haunted houses and magic and spirits walking among us, is nothing compared to the real monsters we battle day in and day out.
It's clear the world is scared of magical women. Frightened by our secrets and our desires and our strength. And knowing that they are scared, that they burned women just like me... feels extra poignant during an election year.
I felt like I had a magic power. How could I harness all this gorgeous energy? The world loves to tease women for loving their pumpkin spice, their decorative gourds... yet all that faux annoyed energy is nothing compared to the burning rage of women raising daughters.
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