The first time we spent the night together, bodies intertwined, I slept more soundly than I had in months. I awoke refreshed, relaxed, and guilty. I never cuddle my usual sleeping partner in bed ...
When the fires first started to burn, Velasquez tells me she felt “what everyone was feeling: helpless.” She couldn’t stand just watching anymore, and that’s when she started organizing donations.
I turn away from my husband and his snoring, using my back to try to block out the light from my phone. It is my favorite time of day: 10 p.m., in bed, secretly scrolling my favorite app, NYTimes ...
“And that is your rectum,” said my pelvic floor therapist, whom I’d met just an hour earlier. Her tone was preternaturally calm, considering that she just informed me an organ was falling ...
When our boys are little, micromanaging their influences can feel white-knuckle doable (if not practical). “I’m raising a tender little Ferdinand!” we say with bright eyes and new-parent ...
When, covered in bodily fluids in a hospital bed, I discovered that my first child was male, I was relieved. I knew from personal experience that it could be pretty sh*tty to be a female in our ...
“Can I help you?” a shopkeeper asks Bandit after a particularly challenging grocery run.“I wish you could mate,” Bandit replies, referring to help with his rambunctious kids.Bluey ...
Five heavily documented teenagers describe mild embarrassment, a healthy fear of social media, and — get this — empathy for their parents. But what about their children, the kids they ...