My sister is here visiting with nieces and nephews. She brought them down for the 1st-4th grade mini-week. Today was the last day of camp for the campers. The counselors have chores to do before they leave. They help to clean up the cabins and camp buildings and get things set-up to do for the homecoming this Saturday.

We went to see Barbie in the theater yesterday. My niece and two of the boys came with. Going to the movies and getting the overpriced popcorn and sodas for the kids was fun. As for the movie itself, I didn’t love it. The most annoying part of the movie for me was that Barbie was not in love with Ken and they did not end up together.

I’m kind of over thinking about all the feminism stuff. One time I tried to write an article about feminism. I’d interviewed a girl from my husband’s graduating high school class that I knew he’d had debates with on Facebook. She was a professor with a phD in philosophy and a graduate certificate in Women and Gender Studies.

Basically I wanted to hear her story and get her perspective on the definitions and histories of feminism. I’d told her I was interested in trying to help others understand each other better, this case, wanting to help the anti-feminism Christian women see more of the perspective of where pro-feminism women were coming from. I conducted the interview via email and with the interviewee’s permission, submitted the questions, answers, and introduction to a blog where I thought it would be an easy shoo-in.

She said it wasn’t the right home for that particular piece. I had told the girl I interviewed that I would let her know when the article was published. I never went back and told her that it hadn’t been published and the reason why. Most of the time I’ve forgotten about it, but when I do remember, like in this moment, it bothers me that I never wrote back and filled her in on what happened. She was actually a really nice person and if no one else learned anything, I still learned from the answers she gave.