Well, I always thought of God as...an uncle, she says thoughtfully.I finally came to realize he was my father.
God
And it occurs to me that maybe the reason my mother was so exhausted all the time wasn’t because she was doing so much but because she was feeling so much.
Family, Motherhood
I snap and storm around and then spend long nights thinking of the most damaged adults I know and wondering if my particular brand of maternal fuckups are how they ended up like that.
Children, Parenting, Motherhood
At first parenthood was as I had expected, exhausting, sometimes heinous, and occasionally divine. I held my children close enough to feel them breathe, laugh, swallow.
Life, Children, Parenting
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