I never planned on being a single parent, and, while I love my children, there are a few challenges that stand out from the rest.
I’ve had a career I love for the past decade, but I’m giving it up to stay home with my kids.
I suddenly felt ashamed of putting a bow on my daughter’s head. It was as if all my progressive, feminist street cred was choked out of me with the twist of a shiny ribbon.
Because we are women, because we feel shame, because we feel like failures, we keep miscarriages to ourselves and we don’t talk about them.
I lived blissfully childfree and thousands of miles away in New York City, and wasn’t quite sure what to make of such a tiny person or her casual displays of affection.
Staying in an unhappy marriage teaches kids ALL the wrong life lessons.