It’s a good thing I didn’t know about all of my last times as a parent. A million little lasts slipped by without fanfare, without notice. It’s only in hindsight that I realized I’d quietly done things for the last time. Changed a diaper. Kissed little baby toes. Brushed out a ponytail. Packed a lunch. … Continue reading All the Little Lasts
Mom guilt. I think all moms have it. I'm 11% Jewish so I think I have extra. There's the regular, garden-variety mom guilt: I wish I'd been more present . . . I wish I'd paid closer attention. I wish I'd emphasized health and nutrition and set a better example with, you know -- vegetables. … Continue reading In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.