My lack of recent posts is due to a bout of paralysis after the unpleasant aftermath of my post, “The Party Guest.” Apparently, even when nobody but your husband knows that you have a blog (which means that nobody on earth actually reads your blog), google searches still work. Thus, people who have their names… Continue reading PTSD
Four weeks after Lila was born, I joined a moms’ group with other new moms who had babies of the same age. There are ten of us in all and, miraculously, they are all people I’d have chosen to be friends with. In fact, the absence of a Designated Misfit, or at least a discernible… Continue reading the party guest
Lila has developed a new mealtime technique, and has been kind enough to teach it to me. I think you will agree that to keep it to myself would be a disservice to my community. Thus, I have printed it here. If you are eating something, and you see someone else eating something that looks… Continue reading life’s too short, baby
There is a moment in the life of every mother that marks a crucial turning point in her understanding of herself as a parent. This shared experience is a common bond that links women through the ages and around the world, traversing racial and economic boundaries with the universality of its truth. This moment can… Continue reading realization
Just for the record, blog is the worst word ever. Phonetically, it is identical to the heaving sound our dog makes just before producing a foamy pink puddle on our wood floor. I hereby formally object to the name. Not that anyone will care. I am well aware that, despite being all I think about,… Continue reading downtime
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