Cheryl Malik

I have a bombshell confession. Please, don’t judge me. You’d never expect it just by looking at me, by passing the time chatting about the prices of Rainier cherries in line at the grocery store. You send your children to school with mine; we banter good-naturedly in our Facebook mom groups. But me? I had a gender reveal party. Maybe not the confession you’d expect from such a disclaimer, but you see? The perpetual judgment, riddled with double standards, started coming at me from 360 degrees before my son was even born. It touched on my plans to feed: I […]