Longtime readers know that I’m a chronic oversharer and usually very open about the details of my life. Since becoming a parent, I’ve spent a lot of time (well, what […]
A conversation a long time coming: talking to my old self.
Perhaps it’s time to say something about what’s great about parenting. Probably it’s past time, really. I write a lot about the challenges because, in spite of our culture which […]
Let me be really frank about what happens in my head when I’m stressed.
In which I confess my lowest point of the past two months.
To not be sad in times like these means dishonesty, a turning aside from things we all need to look at.
I never entirely understood how parents could say they loved their children before they were born. But now… I’m writing this as a kind of note to my pre-pregnancy self, to try to explain what it’s like.