The Great Dry Rot Disaster: A Mom’s Guide to Vintage T Shirts
It was a blistering Tuesday afternoon in my Texas driveway, and I had just wrestled my oldest child—who's now basically a walking cautionary tale for my parenting—into a pristine, never-worn 1982 Journey tour tee. I found it at Canton Trade...
Why Every Parent Needs a Boys Cardigan in the Diaper Bag Now
We were crammed into a plastic portable toilet at the Parker County Peach Festival when the great sweater incident of 2019 happened. My oldest son, who is the cautionary tale for pretty much all my parenting advice, was two years...
Why I Traded Tiny Jeans for Bubble Rompers (And Never Looked Back)
I was sweating through my t-shirt in the Target parking lot, desperately trying to yank a pair of size 3-month rigid denim skinny jeans over my oldest daughter's delightfully chunky thighs while she screamed like a banshee. I'm just gonna...
Why the Baby Kimono Saved My Sanity During the Newborn Stage
It's Tuesday, precisely 3:14 AM, and I'm staring at a piece of fabric the size of a large napkin, trying to calculate the physics of threading a furious, screaming human being into it. The nightlight is casting terrible shadows across...
Letter To Myself Before My Baby Girl Boutique Shopping Obsession
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. You're sitting on the raw plywood floor of the attic at 10 PM. Leo is downstairs watching Bluey at a volume that literally shakes the floorboards, you've got a lukewarm mug of French...
A letter to my May self about the great toddler shorts strike
Listen, May Priya. You're sitting on the rug right now, watching your kid sweat through a pair of heavy fleece joggers while the Chicago spring decides to skip straight to eighty-five degrees and eighty percent humidity. You're holding a pair...
Debugging Your Kid's Wardrobe: The Ultimate Graphic Baby Tee
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I had seventeen browser tabs open, deeply confused about how the internet works. Leo, my 11-month-old son, had finally entered a sleep cycle that didn't involve him kicking me in the ribs,...
The Absurd Reality of Buying Newborn Outfits for the First Time
It's 4:13 AM on a Tuesday, and I'm actively wrestling a pair of miniature, stiff denim jeans onto a creature that has the structural integrity of a warm Yorkshire pudding. This was my grand introduction to the greatest myth of...
Surviving baby clothing stores: a nurse's guide to what works
I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, ankles swollen to the size of grapefruits, standing in the middle of a high-end boutique in Lincoln Park. The air smelled like lavender and expensive regret. In my hands, I held a pair of stiff,...