The Motherhood Surrender
And the person you need to surrender to is yourself
I never doubted I wanted a child. It was a sure confidence, cultivated through babysitting my cousins and generally being more excited to visit friends of my parents with small kids than with kids my…
Read the letter →Fuck you, Pollyanna
Meek like a lamb, quiet like a corpse, glad like Pollyanna
It sounds a bit embarrassing to write, but my life, a big chunk of it anyway, has been ruined by an orphan with a sunny disposition. There, I said it. How awful of…
Read the letter →The Pain Ledger
Or how I stopped playing the pain-for-love game. And to keep score.
In my family, we keep scores. These scores are elaborate affairs, and each family member gets to keep theirs on a ledger that is longer than their own natural life. The way scores are assigned is equally byzantine, and subject to discretion. However, in all…
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