She is screeching. Again. We’re in a quiet bookstore on a weekday afternoon. There’s no other family in sight, even in the children’s section. The place…
Dear Bean, There are certain things I know to be true. Among them are standard measurements of time. There are 24 hours in a day. There…
Dear Bun, Four short years ago you were cozily lodged against my ribs. You would kick like mad, long pushes and short jabs, and I think…
Parenthood
My Daughter Wants to be a Mommy When She Grows Up. What’s a Feminist to Do?
July 31, 2015Bun has reached an age where people like to engage her in conversation by asking her questions. They ask her name, how old she is, and…