In the Fire
February 20th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
Repetition is part of understanding. But it is a little bit torturous to have to tell your child the story of your mother’s cremation again and again.
Browsing the "Hold it Lightly" Tag
Dear No One, Who Are You?
January 15th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
When my four-year-old son’s daycare sent home a clip art-spangled flyer advertising a dance class that kids could take during
The Indoor Mom’s Guide to Camping
August 15th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
"Why do people camp? This feels like Christmas, where you work your ass off at work so you can work your ass off some more on 'vacation,' BUT WITHOUT A SINK."
Love and Paperwork Make a Family: Adoption Books for Parents and Kids
July 31st, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
Adoption is not like a bear raising a bird. It’s like a bear raising a bear it didn’t birth
Attachment Wounds: Writer Frances Badalmenti on the Legacy of Mental Illness and the Appeal of a White Duvet
May 28th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
"There was this tremendous fear of intimacy, which was rooted in the fear of loss.... We both knew that this was going to be our story and that our story would be very powerful."
Lego and Let Go: Parenting in the Time of Peak Plastic Sh*t
April 22nd, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
Long before my son saw Cars, I counted six Lightning McQueens in our house, none of which I’d purchased. This happens when you live during end-stage capitalism
Everything I Wanted to Know About Parenting but Was Too Much of a Kid to Ask
March 13th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
I rarely let myself grieve What Might Have Been. In doing so, I’d have to face the questions of every time-travel narrative. If my mom hadn’t died, would I have have gotten the fertility treatment that led to the miscarriage that led to the adoption of the grandson she’d adore
Immaculate Assumptions: Food Babies I Have Carried
February 19th, 2019 | by Cheryl Klein
There was a guy I flirted with in English class, and I stayed awake at nights worrying maybe I was a dyke, but that was the extent of my sex life. If it was possible to be negative-pregnant, that was me
Time, Travel: Personal Apocalypses and What Comes After
October 16th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
Two-thousand twelve was an apocalyptic year for me, as if the Mayans had been thinking of a thirty-something white lady
Smart Enough
September 6th, 2018 | by Cheryl Klein
Sometime during the lovely, delusional years that C.C. and I daydreamed about having kids, we found ourselves in the apartment