On New Years Day, I sat in the hard shell of a chair at the laundromat. I alternately felt fine and so broken that I wondered if any of the other launderers could tell. Did they see how my insides trembled as I struggled to get the washing machine handle to lock? Finally, the metal… Read More Motherhood, trauma, and a washing machine
My parents are conservative Christians who voted for Donald Trump. My brother-in-law is a Sudanese Muslim immigrant who voted Hilary. My sister and I are liberal feminists. Despite the fact that just about every political fault line runs through our small family, we chose to be together this Christmas, and we’ve been talking politics. Any… Read More Christian, Muslim, Trump-supporting, Pantsuit-wearing, Black, White Family Talks Politics Over Christmas
I don’t know your family. Or your many well-thought-out reasons why you don’t want to hang out with them and their crazy opinions, especially after this election. Or maybe you’re super stoked for Thanksgiving with The Fam. Either way and regardless of your politics, I’m guessing that it’s pretty tempting right now to hole up… Read More Talking across political divides or Don't cancel Thanksgiving
There have been some changes on the home front. Radical changes. Distinctly woman-liberating changes. Behold. Feminist Home Improvement #1: A photo posted by An Honest Mom (@anhonestmom) on Sep 21, 2016 at 7:56am PDT //platform.instagram.com/en_US/embeds.js An aside: Some would argue that even categorizing a dishwasher as a woman-liberating machine is sexist. Isn’t it equally liberating… Read More Feminist Home Makeover
Yesterday marks the beginning of the 2016/17 family routine. Hallelujah. We made it through the ever-changing matrix of summer. The here-there-everywhere pickups and dropoffs and scrambling for childcare. This was our first go at a public school summer. This next one, we vow, will be different. We’ve got some sweet plans afoot–coordinating with friends and… Read More My inner voice is the worst
You know what’s crazy about living? That in a single 24 hour period you can go from feeling utterly broken and ashamed to being completely at ease and in your own skin, eating with your family on a golden evening. This time yesterday I could feel it coming. My frayed edges flaring out like the… Read More Yesterday, I lost it. Today was better.
Alternate realities are helpful for the sake of comparison. I know, because I’m currently living one. My house feels twice as big, my brain half as full. I slept till nine effing thirty this morning and ate pizza and jellybeans for dinner last night. This is my life without children. For one week, both boys… Read More My week as a starfish or living at home without children