Marriage

At some point last week, I suddenly and inexplicably kicked into baby preparation mode.  It has gone a little bit like this: Upon waking up every morning: AHHHH!  The house is a mess!  How are we ever going to raise another →MORE...

I am sure that there comes a point in every marriage when one spouse looks at the other and is nonplussed, maybe even irritated, by what they see – and in my marriage, that point happens to be intrinsically linked to →MORE...

Over the past, er, thirty-two months and change, I have found that my happiness as a parent and a woman is contingent upon a few factors. I need to feel GOOD about my relationships – with Charlotte, with Donald, with my →MORE...

A few weeks ago, someone said something innocuous to me at a play-date (“your daughter is so calm, just taking everything in”) and I went home and bawled my eyes out to Donald about how our daughter is doomed. To say →MORE...

Mar 05, 2012
Donald is holding her in his arms and she is screaming.  It is bedtime, we told her, and she does not want to go to sleep.  She straightens her body, flails her limbs wildly, and fills the bedroom with LOUD. I →MORE...