The truth about the Emmanuel Haro case and my own parenting anxiety
I was sitting in my 2018 Honda CR-V in the preschool pickup line, staring blindly at my phone. Maya was in the back seat kicking my chair to the rhythm of some song only she could hear, and I was...
Parking Lot Panic and the Anxiety Behind the Baby Emmanuel News
My keys were somewhere under the passenger side of my Honda Odyssey, my oldest son Carter was actively trying to lick the handle of the H-E-B shopping cart, and the baby was screaming so loud I could feel it in...
What the bhad baby news taught me about newborn survival mode
The blue light from my phone was set to the absolute lowest brightness, but in the pitch black of our Portland bedroom at 3:17 AM, it still felt like staring directly into a laser pointer. My eleven-month-old daughter was asleep...
Did Simone Biles Have A Baby? Fake News & Intrusive Questions
My phone screen was the only source of light in the nursery, casting an eerie blue glow over Twin A's aggressively snotty face at fourteen minutes past three in the morning. I was trapped in that specific, hallucinatory layer of...
The uncomfortable baby daddy meaning in modern co-parenting
The waiting room of pediatric cardiology smells like industrial floor cleaner and stale terror. I was sitting there last Tuesday, balancing my squirming toddler on one hip while trying to fill out a medical history form with my non-dominant hand....
Why I Swapped Helicopter Parenting for the Achtung Baby Method
It was a Tuesday morning, maybe 10 AM, and I was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that definitely had spit-up crusted on the left thigh from three days prior. I was physically army-crawling through one of those enclosed...
A Letter To Myself About The Spider Baby Panic
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the doorway of the nursery at two in the morning, holding the Dyson stick vacuum like it's a loaded weapon. You're wearing a milk-stained nursing bra from yesterday, your eyes...
When The Baby Sister Strikes Back: A Letter To My Past Self
You're standing in front of the open fridge at two in the morning, staring at a block of sharp cheddar cheese and rubbing your thirty-eight-week belly. You think you've this under control because you survived the newborn trenches once. You...
Why That Cry Baby Album By Melanie Martinez Is Not For Kids
I run a small Etsy shop making custom embroidered baby items, and about two weeks ago, I got the weirdest message. A customer wanted me to stitch the words "Sippy Cup" and "Cry Baby" in dripping black gothic letters across...