Raising twins and staying sober 24 hours at a time.
In the still dark quiet before they wake each morning, I hear the rustle. I hear the two distinctive voices saying "Mama?" "Good morning Mama." "Good morning Gah." "Oh good morning Bebe." As if it had been weeks since we've all seen each other, though it's only been a nighttime, we are delighted by the …
Continue reading "What I Really Mean When I Say Good Morning"
It's really pretty shocking to me when I hear it. Somebody asks a woman what they do (which, hello, we all do 8 million things so how can we even answer this question) and I hear her say, "Oh, I'm just a mom." SCREECHING HALT. What did she just say? Did she use the words …
Continue reading "Just a Mom: On Feminism and Infertility and Hope"
Hey kids. I know it's hard to believe, but I was alive a long time before I became your mom. Before I ever knew your names or what you would look like, before I knew your smell or your mischievous laughter, there was a woman who lived about three lifetimes to be ready. I don't …
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