It’s impossible to say anything; impossible to know what to say. That’s because there aren’t words big enough to express our anger and grief and
I OF COURSE love both my children the same. But having been a mom of two for a whopping nine days, I’m learning that moms
Birth certificates and diaper bags and pack ‘n plays, oh my! I’ve been reading a lot about the invisible labor of motherhood and never have
This has been a week. That’s a cliche. But it’s been a week. Forgive me for using a cliche to express my thoughts — I
I’m sitting alone at the Seattle airport, on my way to a friend’s bachelorette party. I’m crying. I didn’t cry when my first child, my
[This was originally written and published in October 2021, as you may be able to tell from my use of the word “cheugy”. Re-posting in