Raising Boys as an Act of Feminism

Little intro so no one yells at me in the comments: Gender is a social construct, and it is fluid. My children have not yet told us which gender they identify with, but they were born with XY chromosomes. From my understanding, feminism is generally defined in terms of seeking equality between the sexes. I […]

Let Them be Wild

Let them be wild. Let them feel the power and glory of holding a garden hose in summer. And let me have clean towels on hand for when they get cold. Let them be buried in leaves so deeply that their clothes stink of autumnal rot in the fall. And let me muster the energy to finish […]

This Post Contains No Original Thought

My first baby just turned three, and I don’t seem to have an original thought in my head. What comes to mind are clichés. And I hate clichés. As I reflect on my three years of motherhood (it’s all about me, after all), I’m wondering if perhaps some clichés are simply the wisdom of parents who have […]

To my Second, on his First

One year has come and gone, with you here on Earth, Your arrival was smooth – an uncomplicated birth. A few hours at the birth centre, and into our arms you came, It hurt like hell, but then again, for that, you’re not to blame. When you met your brother, he welcomed you into the […]

Essential Readings to be the Most Okay-est Parent you can be

The other day, I found myself in an unfamiliar position. I was sitting on the couch with one hand holding a cup of coffee that was not cold (what is happening?), and the other holding a stack of paper with words printed on it. That’s right, I was reading a book. You see, all of my […]

Queen Mommy

During a recent Netflix n’ chill (alone with popcorn) session, I listened to comedian Tom Segura do a spiel about how as parents, we don’t have time to ourselves anymore, but we do have moments. He explained that the days of sleeping till noon, having lunch, and vegging out for the rest of the day […]

My Complicated Relationship with St. Nick

I’m already feeling v. weird about the title of this post, given that my brother’s name is Nick. But moving on… Guys, I just don’t know how I feel about the whole Santa Claus narrative. My toddler is 2.5 years old, and while he barely knows his a** from his elbow, he is latching onto […]