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To the mom sitting a few rows up, I saw you yesterday, traveling with your two small babies – I saw you. …

I stopped wearing diapers this week. (For those unaware, postpartum recovery means weeks of uterus shedding and bleeding for the birthing parent)….

And I don’t want social media metrics to dictate how I measure up as a mother.

Part I: When my partner and I decided to have children together, we talked about a lot of things. We discussed breastfeeding…

“As I walked passed, you asked (shouted) the worst thing anyone has every said to me in my life: HEY! YOU WANT TO KILL YOUR BABY!”

The pregnant body is complicated, a duality. It has potential for life, while still a life of its own. It is both…

Chalk control up to another one of those sacrifices that martyrs, I mean mothers, are just expected to make. 

Once, years ago at a Steve Miller concert with my childhood friend, a man asked where we were from. We explained and he lauded, “Wow, and look at you now, you’ve made it.” “Sure,” we replied, “but that town made us.”

When parents don’t participate in the shaping of their children, society gets full reign. And society is currently shit at parenting boys.