• 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 were too broken to have another baby.  I’d been developing Chronic Fatigue Syndrome for years, but it flared to its worst form when my son was eight months old. I was bed-bound for weeks at a time, too exhausted to do anything but breastfeed and crippled by guilt that I couldn’t…

  • 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 or the moms I saw on social media. But moving out of American culture and into French felt like stepping into a world of possibilities. I could suddenly be something very different than anything I’d ever seen. Cultural pressures were still there, of course, but they felt muted by distance…