A few years ago, I called my daughter an asshole.
We were driving, and we were arguing — I can’t even remember about what. Probably about what music to play in...
One of the most difficult things about pregnancy, for me, was that it forced me to confront myself as a biological creature. It forced me to experience myself as a...
My mom and I talk a lot about the passage of time. “It feels like it goes both quickly and slowly,” she says, as we talk about my recent anniversary....
It started with a DIY turmeric face mask that my daughter discovered somewhere on the Internet. It was a miracle mask, apparently: it would help acne, rosacea, clogged pores, dullness,...
Life is precious. Life is precious. The words keep surfacing. Life is precious.
Sure, yes. But.
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Tomorrow, Jasper turns 11. It’s his birthday, and that’s lovely and I’m excited and there’ll be...
(This post is made possible with support from AARP’s Disrupt Aging.)
I don’t remember my mom being all that concerned about beauty or style when I was growing up. We were...
I’ve had a headache for days.
Six days, I think. Maybe seven. I think that it started when Lily’s decline became obvious, when it became clear that we were going to...
I don't remember when I stopped writing about ordinary life as a mom. I actually think that it was a long time ago, longer than you would think. I may...
The other week, Glennon Doyle Melton - who I love - tweeted that she doesn’t let her kids use social media. I know that she’s not alone in this. Lots of...