Little snow cyclones whipped across the road ahead of me as I blink, blink, blinked the tiny icicles from my eyelashes. I could feel brow-sicles forming above my eyes. I...
Alternate title: My Body is a Machine Alternate-alternate title: A Long Story About A Short Birth Summary (spoiler alert): I only know one way to have a baby — quickly,...
As silly at it sounds, reaching the end of a favorite TV series makes me feel deflated, empty, an embarrassingly deep sense of loss. The end of maternity leave? Let’s...
When your sister was small, I dreaded the night. It was dark, lonely, unknown. Despite loving her fiercely with every fiber of my being, I’d bounce and jiggle and pace...
Some of it didn’t exist when my first was born three-and-a-half years ago. Some of it I just totally missed. Some of my needs have changed (e.g., chasing a preschooler...
I’m just about through my second time at the human-growing rodeo. There are ups, there are downs and there are a few things – besides ice cream – that have...
The first trimester can be miserable – and not just because of the physical symptoms. It can feel scary and isolating. And, IMHO, like your brain is going gangbusters and...
“Don’t be a martyr.” My husband’s words sent a zing of fury through my veins. It wasn’t the poor guy’s fault. He said the four harmless words, expecting me to...
I was a religious morning worker-outer B.C. (before child). But A.C., the logistics of getting a tiny human and myself out the door, an unfortunately loud shower pipe that shares...
I’m a runner. I used to proudly spend my miles headphones-free, thoroughly enjoying the sound of my feet hitting the pavement and the feeling of my brain emptying with each...
Or so says the magnet on the side of the file cabinet in my office (that’s filled with snacks and shoes, but that’s neither here nor there). At my core, I’m...