motherhood

What happens when the most crowded and festive environments feel like the emptiest of places? Here are tips for practicing self-care this holiday season.

I tell my small children the truth about where babies come from because it is a natural biological function that has been shrouded in shame and control for too long.

I call it the look. The slight tilt of the head confused look that people give me when they find out that I am the “weekend” parent.

I’m not even a mother yet, but I’ve never felt as disparaged in my life as I do now, as a pregnant mom-to-be. To be shamed while pregnant is so upsetting.

My husband left for the army and in many ways I've found myself. I had to be strong for my kids and strong for myself. I learned that I can do it.

As each moment came to pass, I relaxed just a little more. She wasn’t the only one learning to let go. This is parenthood!

Biologically speaking, I do have a "mother." There is a woman somewhere who gave birth to me. But that's not a mom and I really wish I had a mother!

The fact that childfree women exist is remarkable, apparently, and people really want to know how we got this way, as untoward and dangerous as we are.