Well it’s been a while, friends. I had a child. I am now writing about that child. Or, rather, I’m writing about my own bumbling entry into motherhood and wondering who else out there in the world questions whether they can be the big, compassionate, understanding, calm parent they pictured when they grew such child in the hearth of their bodies. Read my essay about mother rage in Mother Mag. Maybe I’m not the only one who wants to chug a half liter of coffee and bash that tower of blocks to release some of that energy around the temporary loss of independence that comes with having created the most beautiful little being. The duality and all that. I hear it’s part of the journey.
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