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Parents Party (yes, we still got it)


I'd be remiss if I didn't let my fellow swimmers know about a party that two of my favorite organizations (and me :) are throwing. In other words: FREE DRINKS. PARTY. READ ON.

Check out Maya's Mom, a great social networking spot for parents that I'm addicted to (it's free), and MomsRising.org, a non-profit organization that is fighting across political party lines to create a more family-friendly America including quality childcare options. How does this relate to swimming? Well, if I didn't have good childcare I certainly couldn't swim. Okay, it's a stretch but I'll use it.

On Tuesday March 20 at 7PM in Palo Alto some Maya's Mom folks and myself are throwing a party to screen the MomsRising movie, The Motherhood Manifesto. It's shortish and funny, and we'll be cocktailing throughout. All you need to do is sign up at Maya's Mom and RSVP to the blog invitation.

I hope to see you there, and more importantly, I hope some of you are turned on to Maya's Mom and MomsRising (dudes too). I love these organizations.

More info on the film:
The Motherhood Manifesto Book & DVD

"The Motherhood Manifesto is a revolutionary page-turner. I defy anyone to read this book and not want to hug their mother--then work for change."
-- Arianna Huffington, founder, HuffingtonPost.com

"The Motherhood Manifesto documentary is a funny, fascinating, informative and finally infuriating film about motherhood in America."
-- Ann Crittenden, author, The Price of Motherhood.

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