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Things that Go Bump in the Night Fortunately Don’t Always Lead to Nancy Grace

It sounded like a wailing cat, except we don’t have a cat.

“Did you hear that?” I said, waking up my husband.

“Hear what?” he mumbled.

“That noise. I think it was an animal.”

“It’s probably just Buster (our neighbor’s dog),” he said.

“But I think it came from somewhere in the house!”

We listened, but heard nothing. In minutes, my husband fell back asleep.

I listened to the silence for about another half hour, didn’t hear anything else, then fell back asleep too.

A while later, I heard it again. This time, I heard someone speaking.

“Did you hear that???”

“Yeah,” hubby said, sitting up.

As we both held our breath, listening for what was surely to be the sound of burglars ransacking our house, my heart raced and I was certain we were going to be the next family featured on “Dateline NBC” or “Nancy Grace.” I could see it now: “Suburban family attacked in the middle of the night by man who sounded like cat!” My inner Nancy Grace began berating me, “Why didn’t you get up the first time you heard him? You mean to tell me you just turned over and went back to sleeeeeeep? You hear something that sounds like a wailing cat in the middle of the night and it doesn’t occur to you to even check it out???”

Then we heard him again. This time his words were loud and clear:

“Oh boy! Hee-hee-hee! This is fun!!!”

Wait a minute. I knew that voice: It was my daughter’s talking Ernie doll.

Hey, Ernie! Newsflash! At three in the morning, this is not ‘fun’!!!

“Where is he?” hubby asked, on a groggy mission to silence the Muppet once and for all.

“I don’t know. Somewhere in her bedroom?”

My husband got up and did a little ransacking himself, but Ernie couldn’t be found. He didn’t make another peep, either. My husband returned.

“Can’t find him. Oh well, at least now we know what it is.”

The Culprit

He fell back asleep, but I couldn’t. I was all worked up and began to think: a little noise and I immediately think the worst. Once last year, the wind blew open and slammed shut our storm door and I raced out into the living room with a large rock in my hand ready to throw it at what was sure to be the boogey man.

When, really: how often do these things happen? The stories that make the news programs? Not very often. Crime happens in our city every day, but not all of them are of Nancy Grace-proportions. However, we tend to worry and expect the worst. Especially when it comes to situations involving our kids. We no longer immediately trust them in the care of teachers, pastors, babysitters or coaches. I’m not saying we should automatically trust someone, but I think my parents were more willing to do just that when I was a kid. Why aren’t I? Actually, when it comes to my daughter, I trust very few people, but maybe that’s not healthy or right?

There’s an author who’s trying to convince us not to believe the media hype and instead trust our instincts. Her name is Lenore Skenazy and her book is called Free-Range Kids: Giving Our Children the Freedom We Had Without Going Nuts with Worry. You can also check out her blog/web site here.  Lenore’s belief is that once a child is old enough, she should be allowed to do things such as walk to school or ride a bike without having a ’security detail’ present with her at all times. The world is no less safe than when we were kids, but if you listen to the news, you just might think that it is. While crimes such as kidnappings do unfortunately happen, the odds of them occuring to our children are very slim. We should be cautious parents who try our absolute best to keep our kids safe, but we should not be so fearful that we keep them constantly under lock and key.

My daughter found Ernie the next morning. He was wedged in between the toy box and the wall, which is probably why he keep ’sounding off’ intermittently. I told my daughter how he woke me up and I couldn’t sleep afterward. She handed him to me.

“Here, Mama,” she said. “He won’t scare you anymore.”

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International Women’s Day and Why I Almost Gave Up

I almost didn’t write a blog post this morning.

Actually, last night I thought about taking a break from the blog. And this very little business I’ve been trying to get started. In fact, I was actually thinking about making the break a permanent one.

The last few weeks have been filled with highs and lows. Every time I feel that maybe I’m taking a step forward, I take about a dozen or two back.

I realized that I started all of this (the blog, the business) because I’d like to encourage girls to do their best and be their best and believe in themselves. That’s at the heart of it all. My inspiration (like many other like-minded moms I’ve met) is my daughter. So I thought about this:

As my daughter grows, I will tell her she’s beautiful. I will tell her she’s smart. I will encourage her to dream and follow her heart. I will tell her that if she works hard, she can do anything.

But here’s the problem: she will not be able to do anything she wants to do. She will not be able to go for a walk in our neighborhood by herself after dark. She will not be able to go for a run by herself in the forest preserve by our house, even in daylight. She will not be able to sleep in her own house with the window open on a hot summer night. At least not without taking an increased risk.

We do not live in a particularly crime-ridden area. The Chicago suburbs aren’t high crime, but they’re not zero crime, either. No place is.

But as I encourage my daughter to pursue her dreams, I’ll also have to instruct her to be careful. Watch your back. Take your cell phone along with you on your road to success. And maybe some pepper spray.

And that’s my dilemma. The world I dream of may never exist for her. Maybe we’ll get closer, but it doesn’t exist now. She will always have to take precautions simply because she is a woman. This thought simultaneously scares, saddens and angers.

Last night, we left my parents house after a short visit, after dark. My husband wasn’t with us this time, so we hurried to the car through their apartment building’s parking lot. I placed her in her car seat and shut the door, then climbed in the other side, locked the doors and then belted her in after all of this.

“Why you do this, Mama?” she asked, wondering why I secured her in her seat only after I was inside and the doors were locked.

“Just to be safe,” I answered. “Someday I’ll explain it to you better.”

I didn’t tell her I did it this way because I was afraid someone might approach from behind. That there have been spates of crime in their neighborhood recently. That a registered sex offender lives in the next building. That there are usually homeless men passing through the area, on their way to and from a shelter. That over the weekend, a woman was found dead in the forest preserve down the road. Am I paranoid? Maybe. But you just never know. I’m not willing to take any chances, at least not with my daughter in tow.

As I belted her in, I looked at her. She’s not afraid of the dark, because she has no reason to be. Her world is one filled with love, princesses, fairies, stuffed animals, swingsets and balloons. If a monster comes, she slays him with her wand. I’ve seen it happen myself. If only that wand were real.

But as you can see, I am still writing. I woke up this morning with the feeling that I wanted to continue to write. Because there is hope. I will arm her with as much knowledge as I can. And I will try to make the world a better place for her and every other girl in it. We all can do something, can’t we? Today is International Women’s Day. We can’t  give up. We all need to do something. Just imagine: if everyone did something, even something small, to improve the lives of girls… Our daughters are counting on us.

But sometimes, it’s hard, I know. We hear the news stories. We read the statistics. Something happens to a friend of a friend. We feel real fear. But then again, if we give up, who wins?

To learn more about this day and how to help women worldwide, visit Care.org.

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Care.org’s “Half the Sky” Event: Maybe One Person Really Can Change the World

So I attended last night’s event sponsored by Care.org, Half the Sky a 2-hour, one-time event in movie theaters nationwide (and Canada) based on the book of the same name. I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Wow.

This event comes to us on the eve of International Women’s Day on March 8th and was created to bring awareness to issues and policies negatively affecting women around the globe. Last night’s Half the Sky event was part celebration, part discussion, part lesson and part call to action.

I knew I would hear harrowing stories of women being oppressed and victimized. I was prepared for the worst, and some of the stories we heard made me numb. I cannot image watching my own daughter or mother in the situations these girls and women face. However, throughout the evening there was tremendous hope and evidence of the enormous impact just one person can have on changing many lives for the better.

Take the story of a young woman named Woinshet, as told in a short film of the same name directed by actress Marisa Tomei and Lisa Leone. As a girl in rural Ethiopia, Woinshet was abducted, raped and coerced into marrying her attacker. For hundreds of years, the majority of Ethiopian girls and women entered marriages this way. Once raped, a girl was shamed by her community and told no one else would marry her. Once a marriage certificate was signed, often the attackers were absolved of any crime. It was accepted by Ethiopian culture as ‘the way to do things.’ That is, until Woinshet did something about it. With the support of her father , she stood up for herself and prosecuted her attacker. She moved with her father from their small village to Addis Ababa and became an advocate for girls across her country. She helped change the law and now such practices are legally crime. She also sought to change the Ethiopian culture by organizing a group that travels to rural areas to speak to both men and women about these crimes and educate them that there are other ways to live that are beneficial to both sexes.

There was one very powerful, visual moment in Woinshet: When the group and filmmakers met with a small village, the women were asked if being abducted and raped was how they came to marry. A few of the women raised their hands. Then little by little, as the women looked around at each other to see who was responding, more raised their hands, until nearly all hands were in the air.

When the men spoke about the crimes they had committed, it was hard not to hate them. However, as they continued to speak, you could see how rooted in their culture their attitudes and actions had been. One man even said that he realized afterward that this was not the type of marriage he wanted. His wife hated him; she was not happy and as a result, neither was he. Through education, they came to view women differently, and in some of the villages, rapes and forced marriages no longer occur. All because of one woman: Woinshet.

One of the big themes of the night was change through education. Not just educating people about situations like I described above, but education in general. When a woman is educated, she is much better off. She not only learns more about her own rights, but she can support herself and her family financially; she can speak out and take part in her government; she can make better reproductive and health choices. People are now realizing that women can make up a very significant global workforce; if they remain uneducated, their “womanpower” is a resource that is wasted. The more women are able to contribute financially, the richer and more stable a nation becomes. Afghan girls under Taliban rule were not allowed to go to any school. Education is real the power; the Taliban were afraid of losing theirs should women have some.

We heard and saw many more stories of women suffering and being marginalized; of being mistreated and denied medical care or basic human rights simply because they are women. There was also evidence that with the help of women all over the globe, their plights can change. If we women and men work to help change policies and laws and minds and offer our support to our women everywhere, things can change. It does not take armies with guns; just armies of people who care.

And speaking of which, last night I joined Care, the organization that sponsored last night’s event. It doesn’t cost anything to join, but you will be continuously informed of different ways to help women around the world, whether its lending your support in the form of volunteering, calling your congressperson or even contribute financially in some way (we also learned of the power of “microfinancing”— for just a few dollars, a woman often can start her own business: growing crops, making garments, etc. For the price of a couple of lattes, a woman’s life can be dramatically changed).

I also recommend that you check out the book for which the event was named: Half the Sky, written by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Why the name ‘Half the Sky?’ As explained by the authors, it comes from a Chinese proverb that states “Women hold up half the sky.” And in some cases, in order to do just that, they need our help and support.

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Hardy Girls, Healthy Women: A Great Organization You Should Get to Know!

I love hearing about organizations formed with the mission to help improve girls lives. Hardy Girls, Healthy Women is a nonprofit created to do just that.

I first learned about HGHW a few weeks ago, on Twitter. It was there that I saw that the group had started an online petition voicing concern over a contest run by a clothing company. The complaint was against American Apparel’s “Best Bottom” Campaign, something I wholeheartedly supported, since I felt the campaign was sending a negative message to young girls who might shop AP. I signed, and then I visited HGHW’s web site and learned what they are all about. I found something wonderful.

The organization describes itself as “dedicated to the health and well being of girls and women.” Its mission is to create opportunities for girls to help them “experience equality, independence, and safety in their everyday lives.” They do this through programs, workshops and conferences, and by developing resources (such as guides and manuals) to help adults develop a blueprint for guiding them.

Many organizations have been created to help girls focus inward: on building self-esteem and improving the way girls think about themselves. HGHW is different in that the group looks not to change the way a girl looks at herself, but to improve the way society looks at girls. Their goal is to create a healthier environment in which girls can live and grow and use their innate talents and abilities to flourish. Girls don’t need fixing; but our culture does.

Photo from a 'Hardy Girls, Healthy Women' Conference

Though based in Maine, HGHW’s programs and stance on many issues have a wide-reaching impact. Through workshops, seminars and multi-media kits available through their library, they help schools and communities enact programs that help girls tackle issues such as bullying, body image, relationships and representation of females in the media. They call attention to issues like the American Apparel campaign through petitions and letter writing to organizations they feel have negatively affected females.

HGHW’s goal is to help people and schools create “hardiness zones” for girls (hence the “hardy” part of the organization’s name). This concept of creating safe communities in which girls can thrive was based mainly on the extensive research of HGHW co-founder Lyn Mikel Brown. What Mikel Brown recommends is to arm adults—parents, teachers, and community members—with the tools they need to become mentors (or as HGHW calls it , a “muse”) to girls. By getting girls active in their communities and by allowing them to discuss and explore issues important to them, girls will become stronger and empowered. A wonderful mission and purpose for an awesome organization!

To learn more about all of the programs and resources Hardy Girls, Healthy Women has to offer, check out their site at hghw.org.

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Goodbye, Olympic Women! Thanks for the Inspiration!

This morning I am suffering from a withdrawl of “Olympic” proportions.

I always feel a little sad when the Olympics are over. This year, especially so, since this is the first one that I really watched together with my daughter. She’s now old enough to start to appreciate many of the sports we saw.

She loved seeing ice skating of all kinds: figure skating, speed skating, short track; she also loved to see the snowboarders do their tricks as well as the skiiing events; we even watched curling together! While she was interested in seeing all of the events, she became especially attentive when women were competing.

“Look!” I’d say proudly. “That’s a girl doing that!” (Sometimes it was hard to tell the athlete’s gender through all of the helmets, goggles and gear). She was even more interested then to see a girl really not that much older than her soar through the air, pony tail flying, and achieve a perfect landing or a fast time.

And that’s one of the biggest reasons I’ll miss the Olympics: from skiing and snowboarding, curling to ice hockey, women took part in so many of the events and were awesome at them. I had conversations with friends who said things like, “I didn’t know women played organized hockey! How cool is that?!?” It was great for girls all over the world to see females achieving the same dreams as the boys: to practice for years and develop the strength, courage and confidence to soar high in the air or fly down a mountain or icy track, all competing against others and doing their very best.

I think the Olympics makes a big impression on kids. My daughter has said she wants to try ice skating and snowboarding when she’s big enough. I think the fact that she saw women competing in so many different sports while donning skates made all the difference. Maybe she thought, “If she can do it, I can try!”

Throughout the games, I heard many athletes cite competitors from prior games who served as their inspiration: U.S. Women’s Speedskater Katherine Reutter said hers was former gold medalist Bonnie Blair, Japanese figure skater Mao Asada’s inspiration was former Olympian Midori Ito. Who did Lindsey Vonn inspire this year? Or gold medalist moguls skiier Hannah Kearney? Only time will tell. Perhaps the important thing isn’t the fact that these women inspired future Olympians, but that they might have inspired girls to at least try a new sport and get up and get moving.

And also mentioned was the fact that behind many of the medalists were strong mothers, many of whom for years shuttled their child from practice to practice and traveled to watch every competition. Many of the athletes dedicated their medals to their moms and the sacrifices they made—such as Canada’s Joannie Rochette, whose mother tragically passed away just days before her daughter’s competition, and who her daughter said was one of the main reasons she had made it this far in life. A salute to Olympic moms even came in the form of a Procter and Gamble commercial that aired frequently during the games.

However, there was something missing from this year’s games. While watching men’s ski jumping, my husband asked, “When’s the women’s competition?” But this time, there wasn’t any. While a rule is in place that states any sport that is new to the Olympics must include competitions for both men and women, apparently, that doesn’t apply to existing. Citing a small pool of competitors to draw from, this year there was no women’s ski jumping, to the dismay of jumpers from all over the world. Hopefully, it will return in 2014 along with all of the other sports we witnessed this year, including women’s hockey, which some say may suffer the same fate as ski jumping.

But congratulations to all women who competed! This year’s Olympians—fast, high-flying, strong and graceful—certainly inspired the next generation of athletes as well as us all!

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Come On, Everybody: Let’s All Put the “Happy” Back in “Happy Birthday!”

Today is my birthday. I’m 36 years old.

Yippee.

Me, on my sixth birthday

Remember when you were a kid and just couldn’t wait for your birthday to come? I recall being about six or seven years old and looking at the calendar, thinking, “It’s three whole weeks until my birthday? That long? It’ll never get here!”

But not anymore.

Now, when I tear off January and see month number two staring at me in the face, I think, “Oh no! Again? Will I really be that old???”

But why is that? Why is it that once we pass our twenties, we begin to cringe when our birthday looms? This year I decided it was time for an analysis.

First off, I guess it’s only natural to feel that with every passing birthday, we are one step closer to well, you know: The End. It’s true. It’s inevitable. And quite frankly, it’s not something any of us really look forward to. But I think the whole revulsion of birthdays goes a little bit further than that.

Our culture is one that embraces youth and frowns upon age. Everything is anti-wrinkle, anti-gray, anti-aging. Some of us don’t reveal our ages or we say, “I’m turning 29 again,” or “I’m 29 forever.” We worry about where we’re going to “put” our aging parents, as if they need to be conveniently stored in an out-of-the-way place so as not to interfere with our day-to-day lives (I already have a plan for mine and my inlaws; they don’t know it yet, but it involves bunk beds). In our culture, the old are not embraced, but rather sidelined. If you’re over 50 and out of work, it’s more difficult to find a job. Cover models (except for perhaps the AARP Magazine) are all young. Even older actresses say it’s more difficult to find roles as they age.

Me and Mom, celebrating today at Benihana

But not every culture feels this way. In some, the elders are revered. They are sought out for their wisdom. They lead their people until they physically no longer can. In some societies, age is embraced. In Japan, they have a word for it: sabi. It means “to have a beauty and contentment that only comes with age.” Hannah Montana cannot have sabi. Neither can the cast of Twilight, as gorgeous as they are. Sabi is reserved only for those who have earned it.

I realize too with this birthday that I am very lucky. Not everyone makes it this far. I have had family members and neighbors who passed away when they weren’t that much older than me. I look now at every passing year as an accomplishment that I am lucky to have achieved.

With that said, I’m using this blog today to wish everyone who’s reading this a happy birthday this year and every year! Look upon your magical day with anticipation, not dread. Be thankful that you have reached another year and hold your graying head high! For with every birthday, we are not simply adding a year—we are gaining wisdom and sabi.

For your next birthday, treat yourself like I did today. My mom took me to Benihana where received a free entree just for adding another number to my age (may I recommend the seared tuna). Check these sites to learn more about special birthday treats:

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Spotlight on an Inspiring Book for Girls: “We are Girls Who Love to Run”

My daughter has a new favorite book. It’s one that I approve of very highly.

It’s called We are Girls Who Love to Run and is written by a mom and runner herself, Brianna K. Grant. If you love anything that can inspire a girl to believe in herself and do her best, then you will absolutely love this book.

When I first picked it up, I saw the beautiful cover illustration, but I still wasn’t sure of what to expect. So I read it with my daughter, who’s almost 3 years old. The pictures and story grabbed her attention from the start. It kept her engaged throughout and immediately afterward, she asked me to read it again right away. With the second reading, she decided to run circles around the room as I read it to her. She was that inspired to get up and run! (In fact, she wouldn’t even let me remove the book from her room to borrow it while I wrote this review!) But We are Girls Who Love to Run is about much more than just running.

We are Girls Who Love to Run is about a girl who discovers her outer and inner strengths through running. Written from the perspective of a young girl, we watch as she and her friends not only learn to love to run, but also learn to love how running makes them feel about themselves. As they run, we see that they not only gain strength and confidence in their bodies, they also gain confidence in themselves and develop an increasing inner strength and self-esteem. Here’s an excerpt:

I am strong. My body becomes more flexible as I run. My mind sharpens and my spirit soars. I offer help to younger children on the playground and ask for help when I don’t understand a homework assignment. I let myself cry as I wave good-bye to a friend moving across the country.

On each page we witness a different girl doing something positive for herself or for someone else—whether it is running, biking, helping a sibling with homework or helping mom  with grocery shopping—again and again we see girls making healthy choices for themselves and the long-lasting benefits of those decisions. Each page starts out with a girl making a statement such as “I am beautiful” or “I am strong”—declarations that every girl should say to herself and truly come to believe.

I’ve always been a believer that physical activity can benefit girls in many ways. We are Girls Who Love to Run is a testament to this notion that the more a girl commits herself to taking part in such an activity, the greater the chance she will become a confident, self-loving, strong woman. Girls grow a little bit every day. We are Girls Who Love to Run shows us that with every stride a girl takes on a track, her spirit makes even greater strides in life.

Author Brianna K. Grant

There are so many wonderful things about this book: the writing, the message, the illustrations (which were brilliantly done in watercolor by Nicolas A. Wright), and the fact that it is written in both English and Spanish, with text for both languages appearing on each page. After the story was finished, my daughter and I discovered a cool surprise at the end of the book: a page with quotations from girls and women ranging in age from 6 to 73. They discuss what running means to them and how it makes them feel—a really beautiful and touching way to close a beautiful book. While the target readership might be young, grade school-aged girls, I think this book truly appeals to ‘girls’ of all ages.

To learn more about We are Girls Who Love to Run, visit the Balanced Steps web site or order the book from Amazon.

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Sometimes the Best Dreams of All are Born in Childhood

I just achieved a childhood dream. I bought a boat. Not something you’d see Donald Trump cruising around on, believe me. But a very small, used sailboat. It’s something I’ve wanted since I was 12 years old.

There’s something about achieving a dream thought up in childhood. Maybe it’s my inner child now jumping up and down with joy, I don’t know. But it’s very satisfying, more so than adult-sized dreams.

When I was in my 20’s, I was very career-minded. I set out to become a journalist and went to college for it. I then moved to New York City in its pursuit. However, the path I was on was not one I was very happy with. I put a lot of pressure on myself to excel at something that I don’t think I was very good at. Being a reporter did not come natural to me. It was a career choice I made when I was 18 without much guidance. I could write, but I didn’t have a tenacious bone in my body. I didn’t have any of the stuff a good reporter should have.

Then I thought about the kinds of things that really made me happy. One of them was the many experiences I had with my family growing up. Another was sailing and being near water. And another was putting my creativity to work. I remember as a kid, that I wasn’t happy unless I was drawing something, or glueing or taping something together, or coming up with an idea to build something, put on a puppet show, make a cartoon book. It took me a long time to realize it, but once I started doing the things I loved to do as a child again, I started to be a much happier person.

That’s why I think it’s so imporantant to encourage girls (and boys too, of course) to dream. Not just big, ‘I want to be a movie star’-type dreams. Those are fine too. But dreams both big and small. A variety of dreams, and plenty of them to choose from. Encourage them to have many dreams to strive to achieve all throughout life. There are some I haven’t yet reached (one big one, to see Europe). But if I had achieved all of them by now, what fun would that be?

Soon after my realization of all of this, I abandoned my journalistic pursuits. I moved back home. I spent more time on my favorite lake. I started a family of my own. And now I’m creating and designing all the time, mostly for G is 4 Girl. I might not have become a big-time producer of a news program like I thought I would in college, but that’s not what the kid in me wanted anyway. For a while I didn’t listen to her, but now I do. And boy, are we having fun!

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G is 4 Girl Announces Four New Designs!

We are please to announce the launch of a few new designs this week at G is 4 Girl!

Remember the word games you used to play in elementary school? Our first new design is an offshoot of that. In our design “Believe in Yourself” the word “Believe” is actually placed in between “your” and “self.” So literally and figuratively, this design is another call for girls to have the confidence in themselves and everything they do!

Our other designs are a reaction to the overuse of the term “princess.” I do not see any harm in girls pretending to be princesses now and then (who among us doesn’t like to be a princess for a day?) But girls need to believe that there is life beyond ball gowns, pretty fingernails and Prince Charming. Girls can do anything they set their minds to. The opportunties for them are limitless, so none of them should be limited by one word or stereotype. These designs are:

(The fine print on the “Someday My Prince Will Come” design reads: “And when he does, he’ll find an independent, successful, accomplished young woman.” This sentence shows up larger on an actual t-shirt or bag).

We welcome all comments and opinions, so if you have one, please share it with us! Any feedback—positive or negative—is greatly appreciated and only serves to help us grow!

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Celebrate International Women’s Day in a Cool Way: See ‘Half the Sky’ on March 4th

Got plans on Thursday, March 4th? Well, if not, now you do.

Grab a girlfriend and head to a movie theater near you to see Half the Sky. It’s a one night, 2-hour event inspired by by Pulitzer Prize-winning journalists Nicholas Kristof’s and Sheryl WuDunn’s book of the same name. This event is taking place just a few days before International Women’s Day (which is actually celebrated March 8th) and is a movie featuring musical performances, celebrity commentary and the world premiere of the short film Woineshet by actress Marisa Tomei and Lisa Leone.

The book Half the Sky tells the stories of remarkable women from around the world and their struggles to overcome oppression. The focus is on three main issues these women face: sex trafficking, maternal mortality and violence. As the Half the Sky event web site states, “The authors argue that empowering women is the key to alleviating poverty and uplifting communities in developing countries.” The movie aims to motivate people to join the international movement to help women break through these obstacles.

The event is taking place at movie theaters across the country on March 4th at 7:30 pm. By logging in my zip code on the event’s web site, I was surprised to find many theaters just a few miles from my home hosting this event for only $12.50. Hopefully there will be one near you so you’ll be sure to catch this amazing experience!

To learn more or purchase tickets, visit the Half the Sky web site. You can view the trailer below:

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