Squid
May 20th, 2021 | by Meg Thompson
In my heart, I wanted to keep her home because the situation seemed so precarious, wobbly, built on something none of us fully understood
Browsing the "covid-19" Tag
Bed: HOME IS WHERE WE
April 30th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska
When we got the positive PCR back, we moved Mike into the grown up room to begin his in-house isolation. My big kid insisted on keeping me company when I put his sister to sleep
Things to Be Afraid of (In a Pandemic)
March 30th, 2021 | by Devorah Heitner
COVID is a virus and fear is viral. You can get both from the people you love. We are afraid of the wrong things and it kills so many of us
Carriers
March 22nd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
Privileged parents are getting a dose of what poor parents have always known: When the system fails, we will be blamed and pitted against each other
Praise to Bedtime During a Pandemic
March 16th, 2021 | by Ginny Wiehardt
Ode to lavender lotion, to the Alice in Wonderland recordedforty years ago, to my son’s drooping eyelids, my computer’s backlit keys, my tapping fingers tempted
On the Other Side of the Curtain: A Year of Waiting
February 23rd, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
The word that squeezes your stomach like a jungle snake is "unfair." You deserve a baby. Your dad’s girlfriend deserves the vaccine. Fairness—what a ridiculous concept to cling to
The “Hot Mess Mom” is an Economic Problem, Not a Mom Problem
January 28th, 2021 | by Amanda Montei
I learned that there is a certain degree of filth and fury to the work of care. I also learned that any structure of caregiving in which the number of adults is equal to or less than the number of small kids can become untenable
Thanks for Being Awesome: You, Me, and The Algorithm
January 26th, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
I know there’s a simple solution to this quagmire, which is to turn off the TV (not so simple during month eleven of quarantine) or at least to disable YouTube
See Saw
December 28th, 2020 | by Jill Stukenberg
How old or what grade are your children? I have one son who turned seven in May. That was after
Advent 2020
December 21st, 2020 | by Ezra Stone
ONE: A wave of grief for everything that came before Today, the clouds are like ribs, like my ribs close