Even in my postpartum-addled state, I recognize I’m singing my baby daughter a love song. . . . Yet the words have never seemed more true.
I should schedule days where I am a little girl and days of adulting.
This plague has forced parents into a position many of them don’t want to be in: adjuncts to their children’s education. But they are not teachers, not in the sense that trained […]
I have been in absolute panic mode now for almost a full week. The health scares in the news are perfectly designed to hit dead-center in the Venn diagram that comprise my […]
This week the kids went back to school after our beautifully long winter break, and I’m drowning in silence. I miss them. It’s hard, after the house has been full of joy, […]
Being a contemporary woman means we should have choices about how to create and utilize our own work-life balance. However, as Amy Westervelt notes, “Here’s the truth: You want to have a career and kids? You totally can, but both will suffer.”
Work it, Girl! All through September, the Sirens will be singing songs of labor, whether it be childbirth labor, laboring toward artistic goals, or laboring to be the best selves we can […]
by Ann LaBar “How would you like it if I were dancing with a dead shark?” My five-year-old daughter asks from the back seat. And I remember an old lover who after […]