Category: Sister Sirens

A Note to My Grown Children on My Conversation with a Former Nanny on a Long Train Ride in England

At the end of about fifteen minutes of pleasant chatting, which turned out to be good conversation about babies and their development (and of course we chatted about my grandchildren), I said something that stopped the former nanny in her tracks. “I’ve never heard anyone say that before, ever. People always talk about how they miss their children being young. They never say _____ [what I just said].” I said, “Did I just say that? Well, I guess I did.”

I Had a Moment

A Mother’s Firsthand Experience of Protesting With Hands Off

by Jess Gilman

Before the protest, I had a moment. A moment where, as I was getting ready, I felt overwhelmed with fear—for our country, for my family, for my friends. I ugly cried before pulling myself together, enlisting my son Emerson’s help to make a sign, and heading out to try to make a difference.

Comfort and Joy

I’m thinking about this because I know, this year, a lot of people are in at least psychological, if not physical and/or economic distress. Many are depressed and fearful about the future of the world, our nation, and their families. And I think it’s fitting that I write this on Christmas Day because it is my faith, honestly, that allows me to feel calm in times of global and national upset.