On flaky parenting and when it’s a good thing

On flaky parenting and when it’s a good thing

His homing instinct keeps bringing him back to our bedroom. Back to the sliver of space between my clumsy belly and Pete’s back. To the tuck and curve of comfort that we don’t quite have it in us to give at the moment. And when we say no, when we escort him back to...
Prince Charming’s Not a Fairytale, He’s a Myth

Prince Charming’s Not a Fairytale, He’s a Myth

When my husband grabs our sons amidst shrieks of delight and tackles them with love and outlandish wrestling maneuvers en route to bed my heart wants to jump out of my body and do the happy dance. He is their hero. I love that they get that. But he was mine first,...