And somewhere in there, as my hands ached from the work, I began to grieve
In the ‘Beloved,’ ‘The Baby,’ and ‘Barbarian,’ Black women grapple with vengeful mothers and children. In my life, I’ve broken that cycle.
Though I estranged myself from my toxic family, their hold on my mind still needed to let me go. So I got on a plane and left.
I can’t give up the invisible labor of making “holiday magic” because that’s how I feel closest to my late mother.
Is Kate McCallister a “good mom”? That’s beside the point. Her example shows the shallowness of such standards: She loves her kid. She proves it.
All these self-styled experts online drown out the intuitive voice of the parent and sow doubt in every decision that they make.
I use his favorite David Attenborough shows to help me explain my climate activism
Supermarket Sweep is what gets me the closest, catapulting me back to a time when we were alive, together.
I find joy in being let into the idiosyncrasies of someone’s taste.
My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.
As of January 2021, only six of the first twenty-one sweepstakes winners were able to live in their Dream Home for longer than a year.
The wall that divided us in those early weeks of my first child’s infancy became a continued separation.
My daughter understands object permanence—the idea that what vanishes continues to exist. As the planet warms, I worry I may have oversold the concept.