Category: parenting

I Want a (Sister) Wife

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Tomorrow I will wake up alone. Yes, there will be three other people in my bed, all of them clinging to me, all of them under five. But I will be, for all intents and purposes, alone while Il blearily…

Motherhood is in the Dead Things

So cute, yet so allergic.

From a distance, it looked like an fluffy gray pipe cleaner. Or maybe a big wet feather, fibers spiked into points, the leavings of some overly big bird. My five-year-old waved it at me. “Mama, what’s this?” he yelled from…

To My Non-Vaxing Friends

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Dear friend, You know I’m down with the crunchy. Or the granola, or the hippie, or whatever you want to call outside-the-mainstream, baby-knows-best attachment parenting. I can nurse a baby in a sling while simultaneously pushing a shopping cart of…

Playground Pariahs: Moms to Avoid

by Carl Wycoff, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Sometimes, amidst the coffee cups and barf-stained yoga pants at the playground, you meet your mom BFF. And sometimes, well – sometimes you meet crazy. In the sleep-deprived haze of parenthood, it can be hard to tell kooky from run-the-other-way.…

Mundane Mama Problems

Photo by Kim MyoungSung,

I stared at the pile of dirt I’d swept off my living room floor. My dirt piles are always way too big and way too varied to be respectable: we’re not talking about some stray mud, a decaying leaf, and…

Girl Things I Buy (For My Boys)

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I bought my toddler an awesome cardigan today: a perfect hipster button-down he’ll wear with skinny jeans and Doc Martins. Of course, I didn’t buy it in the boys’ department. This sweater was definitely made to go over some pink…

Peter Pan and the Roots of Racism

It seems trivial now. Amid the ugly roil of Ferguson, the choking brutality of our police forces, the I-can’t-breathe, serve-and-protect, hands-up-don’t-shoot rhetoric of an increasingly angry protest movement, talking about Peter Pan seems faintly ridiculous, if not outright offensive. “Let…