Gemma Hartley

I hate some of the things I see my friends and family post on Facebook.

Raise a glass to Friendsgiving - feasting without any sides of controversy or conspiracy theorizing. Friendsgiving is the best of all feasts.

I am sometimes painfully envious of other (usually childless) writers who are doing the very thing I swore I would have done by now — publishing a novel.

We are often so focused on what we say to girls, that we forget the impact our words have on our boys. One flippant mention of my son’s “skinny” figure has turned into a source of unnecessary turmoil for him, and has lead to this difficult but important conversation about body image.

You know that annoying friend who loves to vaguebook about the woes in her life or is always complaining on social media about how her kids are destroying her home and mental health? Super annoying, right? Well, that was me — every damn day, for years.

As a freelancer who works from home, I get the best of both worlds as a parent.

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, eight of them married, four of them teenaged.

If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.

My mother called me the morning after the

I want and need to save some room for myself, to know that I am worthy of a place in the world without the label of mother.