As a mom, nothing gives me more comfort than this sentence: Everything is a phase. I started hearing that–we probably all did– as a child.
I’m obsessing over something this week. Maybe it’s silly, and maybe it’s not. That’s why I’m obsessing over it, I think: Because I don’t know
I wrote a lot when Miles was born and during the first month of his life. Then, three months after he was born, the pandemic
This morning I saw an Instagram post that resonated with me. It was a variation of a thought I’ve had many times since I became
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