I was bursting to tell someone, to say the words out loud so I could start processing them.
This Corona Outbreak Is Stressful
Let’s talk about it.
Let’s talk about it.
Self-Care in the Social Media Age
Ten rules for interacting with Facebook.
Ten rules for interacting with Facebook.
Stop Trying to Make Me Feel Better About My Daughter’s Diagnoses
We’re not victims of our children’s diagnoses, just as they aren’t a sum of them. So please stop trying to make us feel better. We don’t feel bad. Our kids are exactly who they need to be.
We’re not victims of our children’s diagnoses, just as they aren’t a sum of them. So please stop trying to make us feel better. We don’t feel bad. Our kids are exactly who they need to be.
Please Don’t Imply I Don’t do Anything
Sometimes “going to work” is exactly what I want to do.
Sometimes “going to work” is exactly what I want to do.
The Quiet Ones
Embracing introversion.
Embracing introversion.
On Not Asking About Plans for More Children
Because, to all the mothers of oners, you don’t need to explain.
Because, to all the mothers of oners, you don’t need to explain.
Giving New Moms Room
To all the eager and loving friends and relatives of the new mom: please give her time. Give her space. She’s tired. She’s grieving her old life. She’s scared. She’s excited. She’s figuring it out. But she loves you, and when she’s ready, she’ll invite you in.
To all the eager and loving friends and relatives of the new mom: please give her time. Give her space. She’s tired. She’s grieving her old life. She’s scared. She’s excited. She’s figuring it out. But she loves you, and when she’s ready, she’ll invite you in.
Why I Started Questioning What Pics Of My Kids I Post on Social Media
There is a meme making the rounds on Facebook that reads (and I’m paraphrasing): if you grew up in the ’80s and earlier, aren’t you glad all that stuff you did couldn’t be posted on Facebook? So I ask myself, now that I’m 40 with two small children: don’t my kids, even as young as they are, deserve the same consideration?
There is a meme making the rounds on Facebook that reads (and I’m paraphrasing): if you grew up in the ’80s and earlier, aren’t you glad all that stuff you did couldn’t be posted on Facebook? So I ask myself, now that I’m 40 with two small children: don’t my kids, even as young as they are, deserve the same consideration?
Leaving Room: Why I Didn’t Take My Child to a Protest
Why I didn’t take my young child to a protest.
Why I didn’t take my young child to a protest.