Being a parent is a lot like having a dream. Some of it isn’t very nice. Most of it, even when it’s ugly, is beautiful.

Before I had a kid I didn’t know how amazing sitting at a hotel bar alone would be.

Now the categories of what exists to be learned have expanded into infinity, an infinity that is even larger than when I was a child.

One of the staples of being the mom of a little kid has been that at least

Because somehow, nothing ever feels lonelier than changing, even though it is the thing we are all constantly doing.

always strikes me as mosquito-ish, something small and trivial and undeserving of my attention.

I just personally prefer movies that are about feelings and feelings ONLY, e.g., a person has a crush on another person, a person in a small town is having a hard time with a tricky parent, a high school student must come of age by dancing!

This was my plan until I went to the mall and woke up to the rude reality that most of the stores I’d gone to in the past no longer carried clothes that fit me.

A mother’s heroic journey is not about how she leaves, but about how she stays.