healthy by any standard unless that standard was pop culture in the year 2002,

I’ve read all the research-based tips on how to get more sleep: go to bed at the same time, stop looking at your phone, etc., etc. I’ve done all of this. I do all of this. And even with my phone in another room and several milligrams of CBD or THC or some newly prescribed sedatives in my system, my brain and body will refuse to turn off.

Drunk Moms: Dads who drink this much would be called alcoholics, but when it’s wine o’clock, Mommy needs her mommy juice, and when they whine, you wine… get it?

We were a throuple, and as everyone knows, three is the perfect number that always means nobody at all is left out.

We want to remember because we too fear existential obliteration, shudder at the thought of being lost to an endless sea of unforgettable moments long forgotten.

I spent two years working with a (male) colleague who made my work and home life miserable. He was unkind on good days, cruel and punitive on bad ones. His name in my inbox filled me with dread, seeing him in a conference room pushed me into fight-or-flight. Writing this, I cannot for the life of me recall his name. Instead, he has been replaced

My deep emotional well is not drained by the shallow pursuit of beauty, and maybe it is even accentuated by it.

Most of parenting is decidedly dull; a long slog of laundry and meals and wiping surfaces you just wiped, surfaces that seem destined to hold on to the grime and stickiness of life, surfaces that exist just to keep you busy, keep you wiping. Maybe it’s this monotony that keeps us from crumbling under the weight of this uncertainty, that anything

As a parent, most of the new adults you meet are the parents of your children’s friends, and there’s no telling what kind of tree the apple fell from when your only source of information is four years old and doesn’t know where Lindleigh’s parents stand on LGBTQ issues, or climate change.