Watching and listening to the news in front of children isn’t something I gave much thought to over the years. That changed when my third child was born, with a sixteen-year gap between her and my next oldest. One of…
I started writing this piece a couple of years ago and then stopped. At the time, I was not sure how to say what I was feeling without sounding angry, and I did not want anger to be the loudest…
When my first son was born, something in me cracked open in the best way. I was overwhelmed with emotion—tears streamed down my face as I held him for the first time. Joy. Awe. The indescribable miracle of this tiny,…
