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Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka - My Uterus And I Are Breaking Up
Marie Bollman

My Uterus And I Are Breaking Up

If all goes as planned, I’m only going to have two more periods. Ever. In my life. That’s because my uterus and I are breaking up. Yep. It’s official. I just scheduled my hysterectomy for mid-September. READ MORE

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Felicity Huffman On Creating A Safe Space For Moms and Founding What The Flicka

Felicity Huffman recently sat down with Moira Forbes to discuss the need for a safe space for moms, redefining what it means to be a “good mother,” and the process of founding What The Flicka. READ MORE

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    Felicitations For January: Open For Business

    My mother sent me every self-help book there ever was, the good ones too; Women Who Run With the Wolves, Trapped in the Mirror, The Undiscovered Self, Intimacy with God, etc. I kept them. I put them on my nightstand....

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    I Am Dropping The F Bomb

    Okay, I am going to drop the F bomb… ready? Feminism!...

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    Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka - June Cleaver
    Christina Antus

    I Ain’t No June Cleaver

    I Am Not June Cleaver

    I think June Cleaver is what many people expect stay home moms to be like.

    It’s not really like that. READ MORE

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    Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka - One Minute My Father Was on The Train. The Next, He Was Gone.

    One Moment My Father Was On The Train. The Next, He Was Gone.

    One moment my father was on the train. The next he was gone. The year was 1979. Frozen yogurt was the craze, and my dad ate it with strawberries, coconut, and carob chips for toppings....Read More
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    Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka - A Broken Bond
    Beka Shane Denter

    A Broken Bond

    I haven’t seen my father in over ten years. Our relationship is best described as being broken. I miss him terribly and I’m equally responsible for this sad state we’ve come to. After years of back and forth, I think we’ve both decided that ours is not a father/daughter bond-to-be.

    Last June, a story I wrote about my father was published in a national magazine. This did not bode well with my father. It was a risk – putting my feelings out there for the world (and my father) to read – but it was my story – my experience – my feelings. There are always two sides to a story; I chose to share my side as a means to make peace with our past. READ MORE

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    Felicity Huffman's What The Flicka?: Awash in Memories
    Helene Cohen Bludman

    Awash in Memories

    Appliances don’t last forever, but when my Maytag washing machine shuddered through her final spin cycle today, I couldn’t believe the end had come.

    She hadn’t been ailing, so her demise was sudden, shocking. “No!” I groaned when the repairman gave me the bad news. “Ma’am, she lasted 28 years,” he told me. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.”

    At 28 years old, she was certainly a senior citizen in a world of planned obsolescence, but I guess I had taken her for granted. And now that she’s gone, I am left high and dry with a pile of dirty clothes. READ MORE

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