Sublime

In her book Spoiling Childhood, Diane Ehrensaft discusses at great length how parents today inadvertently hurt their children through a confusing combination of attempting to gratify their every whim while actually providing less and less time for authentic interaction.

When I think back to the earliest years of motherhood, when my baby was one and two and three years old, my sense memory is primarily of sitting in an endless series of messes.

He reported that she was always involved with the kids. With no friends of her own, she turned to her children for companionship and affirmation of her worth.

Para a mulher de classe média, ainda recentemente valorizada por sua disposição de aceitar o isolamento do lar, a vida na rua e no escritório apresenta ansiedades desconhecidas, submetendo-a a um exame em público, que sua mãe e sua avó evitavam a qualquer preço.

The study found that children who spent three

For the women who were managing households, raising children, and holding down jobs, the appeal of having it all had led most unexpectedly to the reality of having less and less.

I was the guy who connected with everybody; inside, I knew I’d actually lost connection with the people I cared most about. And I’d lost connection with myself. I couldn’t take it anymore. Technology was becoming toxic. My primary poisons were social networks. I needed out.

I’ve tried in this book to trace the course of that change. I’ve tried to find out what mothering plus creativity looks like, not just in the first few years, but as part of a life story. What does it mean to create, not alone in “a room of one’s own,” but in a shared space? What kinds of work have come out of that space? What is the shape of a