As I write this my daughter is settling in for a nap for the first time ever at her daycare. At first glance, it may sound odd to say that with such a dramatic tone. I mean, to use the precious beginning line of a post to tell you that she’s taking a nap at her school...
Imagine you’ve just eaten a very big meal (think: holidays or big parties). You feel weighed down, heavy, perhaps a bit regretful. You feel disgusted at the idea of eating again. And days later, your digestion will likely still be affected. It’s no different when...
It’s a trap, this idea of a perfect mother. But it’s a trap that we women build, clean, and stock ourselves with pre-washed organic baby lettuce. It begins when the bloody mess of childbirth is hidden behind doors that keep our guttural noises inside. It begins when...
My greatest feat of strength is that I labored with my daughter for 52 hours. More than half of that was in a homebirth, but we transferred to a hospital when things got complicated. One of my last few minutes at home (40-something hours in) I was sitting at the...
Your mama’s work was impossible work. It was constant and neverending. The second she cleaned up, you made another mess. Plus she had her own to deal with. She had dreams that didn’t involve your laundry, but no one was offering to hold the baby while she tended to...
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