Claire DeBerg // Writer

Nipples: Let’s discuss.

I was taking a bath when I was like 8 and my dear sweet mother came in to check on me and saw me squeezing my poor little nipple buds so hard they were purpling. She said such a confusing thing, “Oh honey, milk won’t come from those until you have a baby.”

My girl brain answered in my head, “Um, I wasn’t trying to extract milk, I was doing a commercial in the tub (like everyone does for the bubble bath) and making my nipples really dark by squeezing them super hard and then submerging under the water, letting go of my death nipple grip to show home viewers how this particular bubble bath actually reduces nipple stress and helps your nipples return to their natural non-purpled state.”

Aloud I said, “Moooom!”

The next time I paid real close attention to my nipples (much like you are now) was during that strange winter of preteening when I seemed to only have exceptionally pointy nipples and extremely tardy breasts.

The breasts were very late.

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The Murder of Philando Castile & What is Justice

We need to keep talking about the killing of Philando Castile.

At least I need to keep talking about Philando because I have kids and my son stood in front of a peace sign at his school that says “May Peace Prevail On Earth” and I want that. I actually want peace to win on this Earth. I want people to be nice and be grateful and offer mercy and take care and love and be good. I have these convictions.

And then we must keep acting on our convictions—not just hashtagging, not just spouting off opinions at a BBQ, not just passively shrugging our shoulders. We can’t forget Philando’s name, who he was, what he did in this world and what became of his killer.

I was touched, moved and inspired by how my little Mennonite church smack in the middle of urban Minneapolis responded to the acquittal verdict this past Sunday.

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“You Look Like A…”

You guys…I started to write this story down and then I decided I’d just tell it, storyteller style.

It is about something Gloria said to a stranger when she was 4 and I had to decide what to do about it. But telling this story in a video blog (a “vlog”) of this ilk is new to me. I’m a writer. I’m also a storyteller. I’m also obnoxious. So maybe it all fits.

I have to say…the video took 4 minutes whereas an entire blog would probably have taken me a lot longer. And I have a wicked headache, so vlogging it is!

Here’s this funny story I’ll tell on video…wait for the punchline…it is totally worth it: Read More

Happy Birthday to Me! Here’s Why I Love Aging.

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I am so happy to age.

I am 38 years young today and I am thrilled to be aging. Seriously. I was so over 37 like five months ago. I feel like I have a little version of myself in my head tapping my foot and checking my watch waiting and waiting very impatiently for my next birthday.

And not because I’m all about presents and celebrations. I’m more into my next birthday because I love aging. I love putting to rest a year and opening my heart to how it feels to be in this world with a new age. Yes, yes, and age is just a number blah blah blah.

I’ll bask in 38 now that it is FINally here but I know what will happen: Come January I’ll be like, “UGH! Still with 38? We still doin’ this?” and then I’ll roll my eyes and dream about 39. Read More

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