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Welcome! I’m Mary Long and I am the Founder of Herstory Network.

I am absolutely convinced that the healing of this world will be brought about by women, but first we have to heal ourselves. We can no longer wait for someone to rescue us, we must rescue ourselves. How do we do that? Together. We do it together. By going within. By asking questions about why we believe what we believe. By challenging the status quo and refusing to be silent any longer.
We all have a voice that needs to be heard and we all have a right to be heard. After the Women’s March I made a promise to myself that I would no longer allow fear to keep me quiet about the things that really mattered, and this website is one step in keeping that promise.


We can all agree that saying women do most of the cooking in the world would be a fair statement. Without research and statistics, using only our observational skills, this would be an accurate assertion.

Chances are as we were growing up, our mothers did most of the cooking. The same is true for most everyone we know. While it’s also true that this is changing and in two parent households men are stepping up to the oven more often, it’s still an accurate statement to say that women are the cooks of the world.

This thought struck me as I was watching the show Chef’s Table the other night. Each episode of the show focuses on a world renowned, award winning chef. Out of eighteen episodes, only four featured women. Isn’t it ironic that when it comes to cooking done at home (without pay) it’s usually done by women, but when it comes to restaurants, (with pay) it’s most often done by men?

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Thanks, Mom

Two months after my nineteenth birthday I became a statistic; a teenage single mother. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. My life plan up to that point had been to work just enough so I had money for beer, cigarettes and some new clothes every once in awhile. If there was a big party on a Saturday night and I couldn’t get off work, I would quit my job. I felt that I could always get another job, but I never wanted to miss a great party. (I’m still not convinced that this is a bad philosophy)

At any rate, there I was the year after graduating high school with a baby to raise. My family was supportive, and my parents let me stay at home with my son. My mom babysat on weekends when I worked the overnight shift waitressing at our local House of Pancakes.

This went on for the first year of my son’s life. I leaned heavily on my mother . As much as I loved my son, the thought of building a life for us on my own was something beyond my comprehension. I didn’t believe I would ever be able to do it. As long as my   parents were willing to let me stay there and keep me from facing my fears, I was more than willing to ignore them.

But one day my mother sat me down for a talk. She told me that she felt I was leaning on her too much and that I needed to move out and start life on my own.

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