Category: Family

Fluid, surprisingly warm, gushed down my legs. I glanced at the porch floor where a small pond was forming between my flip flops. Here we go again, I thought. Our last labor and delivery ever. “Watch how high we can go,” my older daughter said from the swing set. The younger one squinted and slammed

For 20 years I never slept in. Not because of kids, though. Because of pets. For two decades straight I woke up earlier than I wanted so my family could sleep in. Each morning, if I didn’t tiptoe downstairs before six or seven for doggy detail, one or both of our canines would howl—a very

“Hey lady, did I yank you away from a hot date or something?” That’s what I wanted to ask the nurse-midwife when I was writhing about in childbirth with you. She was supposed to be rubbing my back, spooning ice chips into my mouth. Instead, she leaned against the wall in her periwinkle scrubs, kept