faith, motherhood

How the self-care movement’s failing us, and why we need community instead

In the first six weeks after giving birth, I hauled my completely healthy son to the pediatrician five times while I troubleshot my own busted vaginal stitches and clogged milk ducts and low breast milk supply all by myself. Schlepping his giant, 20-pound car seat from my vehicle to the pediatrician's office, I felt my… Continue reading How the self-care movement’s failing us, and why we need community instead

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motherhood

The things we carry

Lately I’ve been complaining that I can’t write. My previously complex sentences fragment or drift off into vague wishes for an iced coffee or fantasies about a new granite countertops. The brilliant idea that came to me in bed last night slips away by morning, fleeting as a dream. Motherhood frazzles. If there’s no room… Continue reading The things we carry