My mother didn’t have language for it, but she did it anyway. When I was young and something upset me — not the dramatic upsets,
If you’re a parent, you probably know this feeling. You’re still functioning. You’re still making lunches and answering emails and laughing at the right moments.
Nobody warned me about the specific grief of losing yourself slowly, in increments so small you barely notice until one day you’re standing in the
I entered a plane with my toddler. Nobody said anything to me. Nobody had to. The slow exhale from the man in 14B, the way
There is a version of this conversation I have had in my head more times than I can count. Someone mentions they are thinking about
Young children can’t talk yet. They can’t walk. They have no idea what their parents do for a living, what they believe about the world,
There’s a specific kind of childhood that doesn’t look like trauma from the outside. In fact, it looks like the opposite. The house was warm.
I came across a video recently called Toxic Parents And The Children They Leave Behind. It wasn’t what I was expecting. It doesn’t talk about
If you’re the parent lying awake at night replaying a conversation you had with your child, wondering whether you said the right thing, worrying you
The first time it happens, it doesn’t feel noble. It feels terrible. Your child looks at you with something between rage and betrayal. You’ve said
My mother cooked dinner every night for over twenty years. Not sometimes. Not when she felt like it. Every night. She planned the meals, bought
There’s a particular kind of tired that doesn’t come from work or sleep deprivation or even stress in the way most people understand it. It
