I’ve been paying more attention to celebrity life and how it mingles with feminism lately. The pukey glitz has been extra noticeable. Two (hilarious) women hosted The Golden Globes and anti-women noise happened. Jezebel body shamed Lena Dunham (they body shame everyone) and wasn’t voted most popular for it. And I remained bored by everything because I can’t seem to care about award shows and the clothes of rich people. I was relieved (and sad) to see this poster at the subway station the other day.

This new campaign features mock celeb mag cover posters and faux entertainment TV ads in an attempt to shift our culture’s celebrity obsessed attention to single mothers living in poverty.

Behind it is the award-winning program, Homeward Bound. WoodGreen Community Centre, a poverty-fighting organization that helps those in need find employment, health services and housing, backs the four-year-old effort. Homeward Bound in particular helps struggling single mothers earn a college diploma, find a job, affordable housing and childcare.


Testimonials on the Homeward Bound website and their YouTube share the stories of women who escaped abusive relationships, became sick and left in financial ruin and those who were forced to face unforeseeable rough circumstances. It is widely known that single-parenthood isn’t easy, but it is very hard to explain how hard it really is.


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A mother’s confession

It’s the New Year – the beginning of brighter days and the “so long” to the darker ones.

I should start by apologizing for my disappearance; the last few months were pretty bad and I couldn’t seem to snap out of it. I only had so much energy to spare and that was left maintaining the health and happiness of my daughter. January has been kind to me thus far and with a pile of bricks lifted off my shoulders I am able to review things more clearly. And though I am not limiting myself for one time of the year to resolve what needs to be, I will take the challenge and admit I have zero patience when it comes to … you all love this joke … having patience.

Many mothers say they aren’t patient enough with their kids. And kids can be pretty fucked up and it is really, really hard to say, “Oh, well, they are young!” It is our duty to raise them to be better after all. But with all this being true, I get stressed easy and it trickles down to my mini counterpart.

She is five, after all. She deserves some lenience.

I’m not sure if it is because she is the only person I live with, or if I am emotionally ill equipped. The girl is smart and stubborn- a killer combination that will help her in life while at the same time shortening the years of my own.

I need to not say “No” to everything. I need to learn that no matter how tired I am, she is not going to be able to pick up the slack another adult in a family environment can. I need to remember that my best friend with an adult vocabulary and insistence on doing everything independently is still in a grade that is a letter combination as opposed to a number. I don’t want to waste these years.

My baby is five, she is a baby.

Yes, she’s going to clean her room, yes she will learn to be accountable for her actions. But when she is dragging her feet on the way to daycare it is not that she wants me to be late to work, it is that she is five and though she understands when I say I can’t be late she can not be expected to understand the true consequences of such. She will, but later, not at five.

My new year’s resolution is to have more patience; we’ll see how it goes.

This is what I'm dealing with ...
This is what I’m dealing with …

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