an email response a bill to pay a friend awaiting a call the blinking of messages and alerts all mixed into a swarm of more obligations a pile of laundry to transfer into rooms another bundle to dry dishes to unload then load again
The notion that there is one way or experience of mothering is not only inaccurate, it is quite literally dangerously false. Only by sharing our truths and challenging the prevailing, warped narrative of motherhood will we combat the shame and silence that threaten our
I became a NICU mom on October 27, 2006. Our twin baby “b” was born with pneumonia in her small lungs, and was hooked up to a ventilator for 10 days. Once home, I discovered that coming home from the hospital didn’t
When my son was nine months old, I went away on business. My mother came in from New York to stay with the baby. I’ll never forget receiving her call to my hotel room to proudly report that my son had...
It began simply by reading the medical literature myself so I could more confidently explain the risks and benefits to parents. However, when I read the literature, I realized that the purported benefits simply didn't make sense and the risks were not ethically acceptable.
I have a pack ‘n play that’s been used a handful of times and that’s it. Before my first was born, I dutifully set it up right next to the queen-sized bed I shared with my husband. I bought five sheets for it. I
Regardless of the person you birthed, there's always something. Something that overwhelms us or drives us nuts, something that makes us feel like we're not doing a good job. You are not alone.
So, about that whole balance thing. I’m bad at it. Really bad. And as we mothers tend to do when expecting baby number two, I’m going through my mental list of things I want to do differently now that I have some experience under
I write young adult novels, and in the writing community, there is an ongoing discussion about needing more diversity in the books that are published for children. A lot of these discussions have informed more than just my writing.
By Lauren Apfel for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers I have always been a woman of words, so it came as something of a surprise how motherhood has made me fixated on numbers. And not necessarily in a good way. It seems to