• Why I Only Have One Child
    Health,  Motherhood

    Why I Only Have One Child

    When my son was about six months old, the comments began. Time for another one, they said. He needs a sibling. At first I laughed it off. I blamed lack of sleep and fresh memories of childbirth. But with each of my son’s milestones, my excuses started to get weaker and weaker. Because the truth felt shameful: my body and mind…

  • Motherhood,  Travel

    Raising Bébé in France

    When my son was four months old, we moved to a tiny village in the South of France. It was the most idyllic place I’d ever lived, with 18th century stone façades, vineyards, and a quiet river running through. The perfect setting to raise a child. Like most women, I’d imagined my parenting style would look something like my own mother…

  • Motherhood,  Travel

    Having It All

    Like most women, becoming a mother was a huge turning point in my life. I suddenly had to reassess everything I wanted and decide if and how I could do it with a baby. Did I want to be a stay-at-home mom? Did I want to work? Would we hire a babysitter for date nights and adult get-togethers with friends?…

  • Motherhood

    More Than Sweetness

    When our visas came in the mail, I laughed. I look like a double agent in this picture, I told my husband. Nobody mess with this girl. We both knew the real story: standing before the French consulate cameras, I was nursing my son. That white stripe on the right side—that’s my nursing cover. Underneath, I’m holding a boy who’s getting heavier by…

  • Motherhood,  Social Justice

    Raising a Jonathan

    I grew up with all women, and it was pretty much like you’d expect it to be. We had long, complex relational talks. We went on sassy road trips while everyone was on their period. We fixed our own appliances. We didn’t really miss having men around. Then I gave birth to a beautiful son. Nothing could have prepared me for…

  • Motherhood

    Self-Care for Dummies

    A few months ago, if you’d asked me what I like to do for “me time,” I wouldn’t have known what to say. I’ve always been the counseling type, the honorary mama. It’s what I did for fun. Then I gave birth for real. Turns out, being a mother is not a hobby. It’s a full-time, high-energy, high-stakes job. And…