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I was born with brown skin and at times that has rendered me the target of discrimination. But I wouldn’t trade it for the kind of privilege that absolves me of humanity. When I was born in Kenya in 1978, a madman lived next door. He was deranged, delusional and dangerous, and he called himself…

My husband and I graduated from UBC with four degrees and a mountain of student loan debt. Both in our thirties, we held off starting a family until our education translated into secure career prospects. Finally, our first baby was on the way, and the reality of raising a family in Vancouver hit us like…

There is something exquisitely painful about holding it together for the sake of my kids while I’m falling apart. I want to clutch my daughter to my chest and bury my face in her curls, inhaling her sweet baby scent so I can carry it with me. I want to stare deeply into my son’s…

This is Noah, he has autism. You respond “that must be so hard”. I want to cry and tell you how hard it truly is. I want to tell you how alone I feel sometimes. I want you to know we need more support and how tired I am. My deepest fear that I am…

VM Voices guest post by Brie Aho of Happy Go Mama I recently left for the day with my son in the stroller without his shoes. Another time I forgot to restock wipes in the diaper bag. As a mom with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, things that are commonplace when raising young kids can paralyze me…

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