My Brain Is Full
It’s now no longer a question of if I will forget something, but when, and the magnitude of the fallout.
It’s now no longer a question of if I will forget something, but when, and the magnitude of the fallout.
The equal partnership we enjoyed for nearly a decade was obliterated with the arrival of our second child, so we’re taking steps to bring the balance back.
We may not be virtuosos of compassion at birth, with a little effort, we can squeak out enough to be a positive force in the world.
As usually happens in my family, this happy discovery was completely unintended and resulted from a total lack of planning
Following these tips won’t guarantee fantastic pictures, but they should help you avoid looking like a dysfunctional cult on your next holiday card.
I’ve never been raped, but I understand rape culture all too well.
Our definition of family always involves choice. We choose to bring people closer who are not part of the “typical” definition of family. We choose to distance ourselves from others who are. And sometimes, we are lucky enough to never need to decide. Sometimes, we are born with the family we would have chosen on our own.
When you are old enough to read this, you will understand that beneath the calm exterior, I am always anxious to protect you from harm and to help you find happiness. And I am terrified that I will fail.
As awkward or embarrassed as you might feel discussing reproductive issues with someone who has them, I promise you, the other person feels worse.
I dread the daily hair hassle. With two girls and myself, I spend precious minutes each morning fighting tangles and attempting hair styles. Just brushing my daughters’ hair feels as impossible as grooming a pair of feral cats. My morning exercise usually consists of running through my house with a hairbrush after my fleeing toddler.…