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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The Art of the Handwritten Letter

How do you express your love? Love Force interviewed a handful of folks that take to letter-writing. Meet Brianne, Mandy, Katie, Sarah, James, Sara and Donnie—their answers to Snapchat, emotions and sealing wax below.


LF: It's 2015—we've got email, text, and most importantly, Snapchat. Why the handwritten letter?

Brianne Dosch: It’s the whole cliché answer that it’s just more personal. When I’m far away from someone it makes me feel closer to that person to send him or her something I touched, that they will touch. Not only is my heart on that paper, I’m on that paper. It makes people seem closer and messages more meaningful.

Sara Ikonen: To me hand-written letters are something tangible and much more personal than an email (plus, I don’t use Snapchat in the first place – one part of me is pretty old school when it comes to technology.) The reader can see me on the paper, not just through the words and what they convey but through the one by one written letters that have a unique flair to them. I try to keep some good things alive from the past – and hand-written letters definitely belong in that category.

Mandy Prasad: With technology everywhere in our daily lives (computers, phones, tablets), it is so much nicer to know that someone else put down their device, dug through a drawer to find a pen and some paper, write the letter, find an envelope, stamp it, and mail it.

Katie Fuhriman: Think of how you felt when you received a note from your crush, with your name penned across the top and their signature at the bottom, with, if you were really lucky, a heart slash or maybe even the word “love.” All in his handwriting. It was like I had a little piece of my special someone with me no matter where I carried that note, something that no one else had or could ever duplicate. It saddens me to think that kids these days might not get to experience that. That all they get is a text, which maybe someone else wrote only as a joke. Because when it’s not handwritten, you can never know for sure who really wrote it. It didn’t always matter what the notes said. It was just the fact that they took the time to write it in their own handwriting that made it special. I fear that although we are in constant communication, maybe we’re not communicating as much. I write handwritten letters because they are more meaningful, in my opinion. They require more effort, more time, a stamp, a walk to your mailbox. More thought and consideration. And I think everyone deserves that.

LF: How often do you turn to pen and paper for communication? Do you find yourself hand-writing letters on certain occasions or in particular circumstances?

Sarah Chandler: I write a lot, it's the best way for me to relieve my feelings and express myself. I write a lot when I travel because I don't always have a phone or computer available, but I can always write.

James Choi: Reflecting back on the few times that I've hand-written notes recently, it's been mostly for special occasions. Christmas cards, sexy notes, thinking of you post-its. The activity of handwriting, I feel, serves almost as an exclamation point. It's easy and convenient to text a "good morning", "thinking of you", or email a "Merry Christmas", but when I look back at times I specifically took to pen and paper, it was to emphasize emotion. Turbo charge it, if you will, to really signify what I'm trying to communicate.

Sara Ikonen: I would say at least once a month. I write letters specifically to my dad and grandma – I haven’t seen either of them for years. They are extra special people to me, so they deserve extra special things. I usually also slip a few photos in the envelope to accompany the letter. My grandma doesn’t know anything about computers or cellphones, and my dad isn’t tech savvy either. Letters are basically my only way of staying in touch with them since they live in Finland and Sweden respectively. I also write letters to my man in Australia even though we chat/call/Skype/text several hours every day. Again, I just feel like it’s something more concrete – like a little piece of me. I also love the surprise factor of when the letter gets to its destination; plus, there’s something romantic about hand-written letters too.

Brianne Dosch: I write hand written letters to my husband (about weekly) and especially for occasions (like the first day of something, anniversaries etc), but I also write hand written letters to my only sibling who lives in Utah. We do this stupid thing where we write letters like we’re in Pride and Prejudice era. It’s kind of fun and quirky.

Katie Fuhriman: Before my sister and I both got married, we used to write each other letters every time we went through a hard breakup. It didn’t heal all the heartache, but it did bring a smile to my face every time I sent or received one of those letters.

LF: Have you always taken time for hand-written notes? Did someone or something in your life inspire you to starting sending physical letters rather than digital notes? 


Sarah Chandler: I've always loved hand-written notes; my childhood best friend and I started writing letters to each other when she moved. E-mail wasn't a thing and we loved to decorate the envelopes and send pictures. It was just so exciting to wait for something in the mail. I watched this movie about letter writing where this older gentlemen writes letters of love and encouragement to random people in the phone book—it's helped encourage me to keep writing cheery notes.

Brianne Dosch: My Grandma Fischer (on my mom’s side) got me into letter writing. She has bookcases and bookcases full of journals from her life. So we started a letter journal. She would start a journal with a letter to me and then mail it to me. Then I would reply in the journal and then send it back to her. It always made me want to write letters like her for the rest of my life.

James Choi: I remember getting letters from families and friends when I was younger, and seeing the lilt of their penmanship on the paper brought gratitude—they took specified time to handwrite me a letter. I figure it's difficult to multitask or be playing Candy Crush when handwriting a letter. (Unless one has four arms, which would be awesome and akin to my fave Mortal Kombat character.) So really, it's the effort that I appreciate. I don't keep all of my emails, but I've kept every single leaf of paper that friends and family have taken time to pen.

Katie Fuhriman: I do probably owe some of my inspiration to my Grandma Bowers, because she hand-writes notes or letters for every occasion and always has. She used to write me a letter at least once a month when I lived in Hawai'i, because I was so far away and she wanted to show me how much she cared and missed me. It was very sweet.

LF: Talk us through the emotions—from the writing itself to the sealing in the envelope to the placing in the mailbox. 

Donnie Winter: Total excitement. While my girlfriend lived overseas, I got to write her letters, it was not a chore whatsoever. I am way more expressive in my letters, so it was so much fun coming up with jokes, drawings, and talking about different learnings and things like that. Sealing the envelope is a feeling of accomplishment, weirdly enough. Just the thought of, "Yeah, she's going to love this one!" And after sealing it I would draw something or write a quote from a TV show or movie on the back; just still having so much fun with it. Oh, and cute stamps (Harry Potter, obvi). But shortly after dropping the letter into the mailbox, there comes a feeling of "longing" I guess. I knew I would get an email from her soon, but I wanted a letter back from her right then, you know? It definitely made me more patient.

Mandy Prasad: There can be a lot of emotions when writing a letter – it depends a lot on what’s going on in your life and what’s going on in the other person's. A couple months ago, I was driving in the car by myself, and the song that my dad and I danced to at my wedding came on the radio. It’s an older song from 1993, so it doesn’t usually come on to the radio. Instead of texting my dad or calling him, I wrote him about it. I know he likes to keep mementos, and so I sent the postcard hoping he’d be able to keep it and know that I think about him and appreciate him in my life.

James Choi: Writing the actual letter is the source of about 80% of the emotion (gratitude, sorrow, sympathy, pride) and 20% is just impatience. When it comes to mailing it, sealing the envelope is 20% "Please don't cut my tongue" and 80% "Hell yeah." Placing in mailbox: 100% "I hope this doesn't get lost."

Katie Fuhriman: I start to feel committed and even a little bit excited. When I’m actually writing the letter, I’m thinking of what I want to say, I’m laughing along with the funny parts, and I’m smiling as I imagine the recipient’s reaction to what I’m writing. It’s like a conversation that, in a way, I get to enjoy twice – while I’m writing it, and when they end up reading it.

Sara Ikonen: When I write, I’m in a flow. It’s a self-reflective process just like when writing in my journal but now with someone special as my audience. When I’m done and get to seal it and drop it in the mailbox, I feel accomplished. I estimate what day the recipient will find the letter in their mailbox and what is going on in their life on that day.

LF: Do you ever personalize your mail or have any favorite styles/methods of delivery? (For example, you seal it with a kiss, or with wax, or you mail painted coconuts instead of envelopes.)

Mandy Prasad: I’ve never thought about it until now, but I guess I do have a style. Usually at the end of my letters, I’ll write an inside-joke sort of phrase as a closing phrase. While some might say “love, so-and-so,” I’ll write something that signifies our relationship together and that only the two of us know and are a part of.

Donnie Winter: No red lipstick seals for me, but I used to pick flowers and press them when they were in bloom. It was hard in the winter, but I tried to send pressed flowers as often as I could. She's the kind that deserves a flower a day, you know?

Sara Ikonen: Yes, I do like to get artsy and creative with my letters sometimes. Often, I make a small and simple painting for my grandma, let it dry, and then write the text over the painting. I usually also like to decorate the envelopes with little cute doodlings.

Brianne Dosch: I like to find pretty stamps to put on all my envelopes, and I always try to write on parchment (generally from Papyrus) and I have wax seals I break out occasionally too—I even have a cat one.

Katie Fuhriman: I don’t get too creative here, but I do write nicknames on the envelope instead of just the person’s regular name. I’m sure I have made a few mailmen (and mailwomen) laugh with some of the weird names I put on the envelopes I send. A lot of times I'll decorate the envelope with little drawings or song lyrics as well.

LF: What’s your favorite letter you’ve ever sent? What’s your favorite letter you’ve ever received? Is that correct grammar?

Donnie Winter: My girlfriend once wrote me a letter with all of the words written kind of weird on the paper; it kind of looked like she just couldn't write straight. And it wasn't until I actually finished the letter that I realized she had drawn a picture using the words. So she had re-created this goofy picture we had together but in writing. It was incredible.

Brianne Dosch: My favorite letter was one that was never actually sent. While I was in Israel my boyfriend (now my husband) got this huge package together that would have cost him $80 to send so I asked him not to send it. But when I got back I finally got the package that had the shortest but sweetest letter I have ever read. All it said was “I’ve decided I can’t live a day without you. Everything is better with you around. Please come home so I don’t ever have to be without you again.” He proposed to me the day after I finally got that delayed letter. (Oh and when it comes to grammar and letters, grammar never matters if the sentiment is right. And if someone corrects your grammar in a letter, then they most likely missed the point.)

Mandy Prasad: Favorite letter I’ve ever sent: I’m not sure if this technically counts as a letter, but I think it does. In high school, I had a friend who was going to spend time out in one of the least populated states in the USA, with barely anything to do. She was kind of dreading the trip at the time. So, I put together a backpack for her with things to do, and a letter giving her crazy ideas of things to do while on her trip. It was basically a silly scavenger hunt to keep her busy. Some of the things on the list included “write a letter to the hotel workers” and “find the coolest rock in the desert.” I can’t remember what was all in the letter, but I do know that she did a lot of things in the letter and it was so fun to put together something like that. Favorite letter I’ve ever received: When I was a young teenager, my favorite auntie was off to college. I wrote her thinking I might be able to cheer her day up, and didn’t expect a response. Shortly after I wrote her a letter, she wrote me back. It made me feel so special knowing that she cared and even as a busy college student, she took the time out to write me back.

Katie Fuhriman: One of my favorite letters I've ever sent was actually to one of my best friends who was in rehab at the time. He didn't have much communication with the outside world and didn't have internet access, so for Christmas, I sent him a package with a handwritten letter, some candy, and some printed photos of some of our favorite times together. I know it meant a lot to him, and it was very enjoyable for me to be able to write to him and buoy him up. It's hard to pick just one favorite of all the letters I have received. If I had to narrow it down, I would probably choose a letter I received from a good friend of mine from high school. It came at a completely random time in my life when I hadn't heard from him in years. He was never very good at expressing his feelings, but one time he wrote me a letter, thanking me for my friendship over the years, and he included with it a note I had given him when we were 14 years old. In his letter to me, he said: "I'm a lucky kid I guess and I've been feelin extra blessed lately so I figured I'd write you and send you this note you wrote me way back when that I've been holding onto for all this time. Right before I left I grabbed it cuz reading it has always reminded me of fun simplicity. It brightens things up." I guess this letter was my favorite because it showed me that even a simple note I wrote when I was younger had an important impact on someone. It's amazing what can happen with a handwritten note or letter. We can truly touch people in a different way. It's almost like a lost art.


Thanks to our interviewees for spilling the beans on the habit! Do you hand-write letters? I think I'm inspired to start. Check out this "Vintage Guide to the Lost Art of Epistolary Etiquette" for some tips from the golden age of letter writing.

(Image via Cotton & Flax)

Saturday, March 7, 2015

The Answer Is Love: An Essay by Brenda Smart

When our post on violence got over four hundred views in one day, I knew Love Force had touched on a topic that rang significant for a wide spectrum of people. In response, I reached out to social work clinician Brenda Smart, who's devoted much of her life to helping survivors and perpetrators of violence. Read on as Smart shares why she chooses to open her heart to all parties, and how love can be the most powerful force in the world.


While in my clinical social work masters program, I wrote a paper titled, “What About the Men?” I worked in a shelter in Southern California helping women and children get back on their feet after fleeing domestic violence. I saw first hand the damage that these male abusers had on their victims. However, being a mother of four boys, I often thought to myself, “What about the men? Who is helping the abusers?” I know that question can trigger a lot of negative emotions from women; and I understand. Let me clarify.

I listened to woman after woman share their horrific story of abuse. Although I put on my professional face, my heart would sink as I watched the women physically shake, look terrified, and appear broken as they entered the shelter and had to provide me with details of their abuse. I must stop here and explain what I mean when I say the word "abuse". Most people immediately think of physical abuse. And while it is damaging, the majority of the clients that I worked with often reported that bruises, cuts and scrapes could heal, leaving little visible damage over time. However, they explained that the damning effect of emotional abuse is relived over and over, leaving unseen scars that are never healed yet are always present. Words such as, "You're stupid, ugly, worthless" (and many more too vulgar to share) corrode the spirit. These women were left downtrodden and questioning if their existence mattered. I could write much more on my thoughts of "abuse", but I truly have come to believe that anything less than nurturing can be abuse to the spirit of a person.

One day I discovered a little insight to my question, "What about the men?” I remember meeting with this particular abuser as if it were yesterday. He was around twenty-five years old. I was his seven-year-old daughter's counselor and it was court ordered that he visit with me. I had conducted interviews with my client's mother (24) regarding the horrific abuse she endured and my client witnessed. I was also provided a picture of the abuser that showed a shaved head, gun carrying, heavily tattooed and angry man. I will admit that I was scared to meet with him. Because of my love for the men in my life, I went into the meeting with an open heart to try and learn from this man, to hear his story. He came in equipped with excuses, stories, and anything he could to "sell himself as innocent." As I listened, I felt inspired to show him empathy, kindness and understanding. I was amazed what happened next. He took a sucker that I had set out for my child clients, and he proceeded to suck on it as if it was a pacifier (at least it seemed to me that it offered him that same comfort). He curled up in a ball and cried as he shared with me details of his terrible, loveless childhood. He was shaking, and apologizing profusely for crying. He was embarrassed. I reassured him that it took a strong, brave man to show the vulnerability he had. He too was a victim of abuse. 

Abuse is cyclical. I would guess that 90% of the women that I taught in parenting classes and domestic violence education raised their hands when asked how many of them grew up with domestic violence in the home. And the same amount raised their hands stating that they swore to themselves as children that they would NEVER repeat the same cycle of abuse, yet here they were in domestic violent relationships (side note: on average, a women will go back to her abuser seven times). A majority of those who grow up in a home with domestic violence either identify with the abuser (and grow up to be abusers) or identify with the victim (often finding themselves in relationships with abusers). Unfortunately, we fall back on what is familiar. 

I’m grateful that we have made some positive strides as a society in understanding domestic violence, evidenced by outreach programs, domestic violence education, and many classes in helping the survivors. Although I believe law enforcement has a long way to go (still requiring physical proof of abuse before an arrest can be made), they are making strides in taking domestic disputes seriously. However, I believe as a society we are a long way off in understanding the abuser. We raise boys to "man-up", tell them not cry and suck it up, and the list goes on. The anger that we see released in boys is very often penned up emotions that they do not know how to express, therefore it shows up in bullying, fighting, etc. Depression is often masked as anger in men, while women often show symptoms of depression manifested by crying, laying in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Very seldom do men show those same symptoms. Society tells them that they cannot. They are left confused, not heard or misunderstood. 

We need to unite in opening our hearts in empathy and understanding, not condemnation when we hear a story of domestic violence. I am not saying that we should justify any form of abuse, but I believe our hearts must be open to both women and men in these situations. Government gives grants that help support outreach, shelters, classes, etc. for the women. Yet the jails seem to be the only way out for the men. Therapy is offered to both, but the majority of men have been told that they are less-than or weak if they seek help. They are left stranded with uncontrolled emotions. We must remember that there just may be a little boy inside that abuser with a story of pain that none of us understand. 

Parents: please allow your sons and daughters safety when sharing their thoughts, feelings and emotions. Show them physical and emotional love. If they are raised in an environment of love, there is a much greater chance that LOVE will be the familiar that they fall back on when they are in a relationship.


A portrait of love. Brenda currently lives in Hong Kong with her husband Dave, and makes it a point to spend time with her four sons, four [new] daughters and beautiful grandchildren whenever possible. (While counselors in the United States need to be licensed, Smart was preparing for her state boards when they found out they were moving to Hong Kong. Fortunately, a masters in social work is recognized throughout the world.) She currently volunteers as a counselor in Asia.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Lights of Her Life: An Interview with Lauren Andrus

Family is often a tricky subject. Siblings, moms, dads, babies, daughters, sons, in-laws, stepchildren, stepparents, half-siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandma and grandpa. Some are with us, some aren't. Some are parents, others aren't. Some are single, others are married, others are divorced. Some are irritating, others you can't get enough of. Some aren't related, but are family in every other possible way. No matter the amalgamation, it seems as if any time you group humans together in one way or another there's bound to be a bit, or perhaps an abundance, of chaos.

And the wild thing is, everyone experiences it differently. A friend of mine recently pointed out, "every member of a family belongs to a different family." It took a minute for the wheels to start turning with that one, but I found it fascinating once my brain gears clicked into place. Realities and perspectives differ from human to human, so of course our worlds would be perceived differently within family units. At Love Force, we want to capture all of that.

We're kicking off this series in one of the best ways we know how—some realtalk with momma-to-be (round two!) Lauren Andrus about the importance of sensitivity, some truths about parenthood, and at the end of the day, what makes her feel the most complete.


LF: You’re expecting a baby boy this July. What piece advice would you offer him about the life he’s about to begin?

This is hard for me to answer, I really don’t think there is one thing that I would tell him.  I try to take each day at a time and teach my kids to become strong, sensitive and kind. I want them to know that I will be there for them no matter what and love them more than they will ever be able to fathom. 

LF: You mention "strong, sensitive and kind"—why those three attributes in particular?

I think it's a balance. I want my children to be confident and decisive, and I also want to teach them that it's more important to be kind than to be right. I think it's a mistake when people equate strong and confident with being a jerk. And I don't think sensitivity is a weakness; it's so important to show emotion. I want to know what makes them happy, sad, upset, etc. I want them to feel comfortable communicating that with me.

LF: Would you talk more about the value you see in showing emotion and being able to communicate your feelings?

I see great responsibility in raising my children to make this world a better place. It's heartbreaking to see or hear about kids (and adults) that are being mean or bullying others. If I can do my part in teaching my kids to be both strong and sensitive, I think they'll have great influence in the world by modeling for others to be the same way.

LF: What has been challenging about parenthood?

In the beginning, it was so hard. I didn't think I could do it. Honestly, I don't think I expected to give my everything. I don't think I really understood what that meant before becoming a parent. It's indescribably selfless. When Park was first born I remember thinking, "Wait a minute, this isn't fun. This isn't enjoyable." The first few weeks were difficult, I truly wondered why people even did this. I was so used to doing anything and everything I wanted, whenever I wanted to do it. But now I wouldn't want it any other way. The good absolutely outweighs the bad. If Park is kicking and screaming and telling me he doesn't want to go inside the house, I'll be frustrated thinking I couldn't have a more stubborn child. But then a few hours later, he'll put his arms around me and rub my back and cuddle me. It's all completely worth it and I find that those moments give me patience for the tantrums.

I think it really just depends on where you're at as a parent. It definitely ebbs and flows. My friend said the other day, "You go to hell from a party real fast." For example, when my husband comes home from work, Park gets so excited. He calls his name and runs up to him to hug him and it's the absolute best. But then you're trying to put his shoes on to go outside and he starts screaming "No! No! No! No!" at you. And it's been such a long day and you're finally putting him to bed and he's drowsy and falling asleep in your arms and it's the sweetest thing. Sometimes I'll look at his monitor late at night and think, "Can I go wake him up?"

LF: So amidst the down times, the discouraging times, who or what helps you the most when you’re in a challenging period of your life?

I usually make a call to my sister. I know that I can call her and no matter how crazy or irrational my thoughts are, I know that she's there to listen and give me advice to help me.  I also go to the beach a lot, even if I’m just walking where I can see the ocean. It gives me the peace I need to get through life’s speed bumps.

LF: What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

Being a mother, hands down. I struggled so much with where I wanted to be in life when I was younger, but when I first held Park in my arms my life felt complete. For me, there's no feeling like it.


Follow Lauren and her budding family at @lauren_andrus on Instagram for some guaranteed adorableness, and even more adorableness come late July. Congratulations on the plus one, Andrus family.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Boys Will Be Boys (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)

Truth and love require conversation around things that matter. Things that are scary, things that are 'taboo', things that feel awkward, things that might be painful to address or think about. I never want Love Force to fear any of those things, because I never want readers to fear talking about, and acting on, things that matter.


Some time ago I came across a poem by a young woman named Fortesa Latifi. Her work stunned me, and helped open my eyes to the necessity of using your voice. The following piece is titled Boys Will Be Boys (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl):

when she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each
other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
turns into
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it 
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love 
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse 
so that my little sister understands
that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
and
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours


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Did you know that one in three women worldwide have experienced physical or sexual violence—mostly by an intimate partner? Violence against women, whether physical, sexual, or psychological, can happen to anyone, and there is no specific demographic of victims or survivors. All races, religions, income and education levels are susceptible to violence and abuse. For a glimpse at what violence against women looks like worldwide, watch One Billion Rising's phenomenal video here (it's jarring, so I do advise a trigger warning for survivors of trauma).

Take some time to educate yourself and those you love about this global pandemic here, and if you or someone you know may be in an abusive relationship, visit here or call 1-800-799-SAFE.

Editor's note: A reader brought to my attention the importance of applying this advice and learning not only to women and girls, but to men and boys as well. So often we place responsibility on a single gender or identity, as if it was solely theirs to respond to. Both women and girls, men and boys must understand there is no excuse for violence. Consider an expanded version of the title of Latifi's poem as you ponder its message and implications: Boys Will Be Boys (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl Or Boy). Thank you reader!

(Image by Olga Inoue)