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I've been a member of the United Methodist Church my whole life. I grew up with vacation Bible school, the Methodist hymnal, and Welch's grape juice communions. Even when I went to college, I found a home church that felt familiar.

When I first read about momsrising.org and learned that they’d produced a film version of their book, The Motherhood Manifesto, I knew I wanted to write a column about the documentary. What better movie, after all, for a mama at the movies, than one expressly focused on the situation of mothers in this country today? I ordered the film via momsrising.org and drafted my column. But something was missing. This is a consciousness-raising movie, an organizing tool. Watching it by myself, I was missing a critical component of the film’s intent.