Month: August 2019

  • And then there were two

    This little dude arrived last week, more or less on time, which felt quite late to this summer-hating mama. We’re all doing well — better than I expected, to be honest — as we navigate through and to our new normal. These first couple months are my least favorite phase of motherhood. My body aches…

  • We are not okay

    Wow. On Saturday night, I went to bed to one mass shooting, and on Sunday morning, I woke up to another. We can now mark the time between these tragedies — these atrocities — not in days but in hours. Is this what America’s greatness looks like? I don’t want anyone to have to be…