As A Mother

Chipped Teeth

Chipped Teeth
Our daughter was diagnosed with Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome in August after a very scary summer, and may be entering another flareup [hence the recent...

Joan of Arc’s Got Nothin’ On Me: The Unnecessary Martyrdom of Motherhood

Joan of Arc’s Got Nothin’ On Me: The Unnecessary Martyrdom of Motherhood
He had been snoozing on my chest for half an hour, his tiny face pressed up against my heart, ka-thump ka-thump, ka-thump, when I first dared to ma...

When Your Kid Breaks Your Heart

When Your Kid Breaks Your Heart
A stomach bug hit our house hard this week, and I'm over here just trying to tread water while keeping my infant from catching it. So in lieu of a ...

The Stories We Owe Our Children

The Stories We Owe Our Children
*TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Assault* If the recent media attention surrounding sexual assault has left you feeling raw and fragile, please give yourself the gift of not reading this. Take care of yourself!

The Almost-Baby Blues

The Almost-Baby Blues
Yesterday marked 36 weeks of waddling around with a living, peeing bowling ball taking us residence in my uterus. And, as 36 weeks pregnant is wont...

Ugly Pumpkins

Ugly Pumpkins
When you choose to give your kid a name like Theory, there are a few assumptions you have to make. First, that people will always say, “What was th...

The Burden of Abundant Muchness

The Burden of Abundant Muchness
Does the full weight of the responsibility of being a mom ever hit you out of nowhere and take your breath away? It’s those little, insignificant ...

Love at First Sight...or Not

Love at First Sight...or Not
She didn't split my heart open right away. I knew I should love her the second my obstetrician flopped her onto my stomach, but I didn't know if I...

When You Hate Your Partner

When You Hate Your Partner
My husband is a saint. This isn’t a statement I make to be charmingly self-deprecating, but a real, iron-clad truth (my parents and close friends a...

I won't make my daughter hug you.

I won't make my daughter hug you.
Two years ago, I considered myself a feminist, albeit a lazy one. I didn’t know anything about the different “waves” (truth be told, I still don’...