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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
“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 ...
Ten months after her husband, Hal, died, Rebecca Woolf posted on Instagram that she was in a new relationship. She hadn’t meant to “‘meet someone’ meet someone,” as she put it.