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It was a violently miserable Tuesday in November when the double buggy jammed in the middle of Regent’s Park. The wind was doing that specifically British thing where it somehow cuts diagonally upward through your coat, and I was desperately...

You're currently sweating through your favorite oversized sweater, wrestling a screaming six-month-old into a puffy fleece snowsuit while your toddler dumps a box of Cheerios all over the mudroom floor. I know exactly how your back aches right now from...

Dear Marcus from six months ago. It's currently 3:14 AM in October, and Portland is aggressively gray outside. I'm staring at the glow of an Excel spreadsheet where you attempted to map out a synthetic polyester layering system based on...

I was sitting on my incredibly stained living room rug at 6:15 AM wearing yesterday’s maternity leggings—the ones with the hole in the left knee—clutching my third mug of desperately black coffee, while my firstborn, Leo, aggressively bounced in what...

It's exactly 6:43 AM on a Tuesday, and I'm currently sitting on my hallway floor wearing a stained Nirvana t-shirt from 2004 and precisely one sock. I'm trying to bribe my four-year-old, Maya, to stop licking the baseboards long enough...

I was standing in the nursery, meticulously folding a beautiful, sage-green knit blanket over the edge of the crib mattress. I had spent twenty minutes getting the drape exactly right. The room looked like a high-end catalog shoot, completely ready...