Identity Shift

Not to say that motherhood isn’t work. Surely, it is an imposing and critical job that, done well, helps keep society afloat, but there was something surreal and unnerving about driving away from the high school where I teach in a car packed with milk crates full of books and binders, markers, stacks of unwrapped […]

To My Daughters

Mes Cheries, There is a blissful unreality to the fact that you are mere weeks from entering the world following such an epic quest to become your mother, but I can feel the round bulk of your heads and bottoms pressing against the walls of my abdomen while little feet and hands prod at my […]

Oops-Pregnant

It happened to me: the pregnancy news from someone in my life in this new phase, where the sting has been blunted by a room full of nursery furniture and an imminent birth. My best friend missed her period and peed on a stick two days ago. She and her boyfriend of six months are […]

Obligation to the Public Good

Bravo was at it again: adding to the fertility conversation with good intentions and questionable results. They recently posted an article that appeared in my feed, using Meghan King Edmonds (with the caption, “Meghan was very open about the IVF process.”) to launch a conversation about forty-something fertility and its relationship with IVF. The first […]

Membership Rites

I sent my first photo-collage Christmas card. It wasn’t my original intention. I am still uncomfortable with such demonstrations because I have had at least a hundred of those little grenades land in my mailbox over the years of trial and tragedy; I didn’t want to be the shrapnel wedged in someone else’s infertility at […]

Nesting and Know-It-Alls

Black Friday was expensive, but I bear no guilt. Babies need cribs, and the cribs we chose were 30%. Babies need mattresses, and Ubiquitous Baby Store ran a buy-one-get-one-free promotion that seemed uniquely designed for an expecting twin-mom like me. (Who else buys two mattresses at once?) Babies need clothes, and Gap marked their entire […]

A Mom of Girls on Election Day

Last week I played a web-based game with my 10th grade students, which prompts them to enter a “team name” to participate. I watched the students’ teams pop up on my interactive white board at the front of the classroom as they logged into the game, and then, to my shock, this is what appeared: […]