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It was a Tuesday, exactly 5:43 PM, and I was wearing my husband Dave’s oversized college lacrosse t-shirt that smells vaguely of basement and stale coffee. I had reheated my morning coffee four times at this point, and I was...

I was standing at the kitchen counter hacking these little orange bullets lengthwise with a dull paring knife while my oldest, bless his heart, screamed at my shins because he wanted a snack right that very second. It was four...

I fed my son his first sweet potato puree while wearing a cream cashmere sweater. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was letting him hold the spoon. Within three seconds, he sneezed, and my kitchen looked like a...

It was 6:45 in the morning and my kitchen smelled like a steakhouse that had just caught fire. I was standing over my stove in a nursing bra that hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine since Tuesday, staring...

I was sitting in the dark at three in the morning with a breast pump attached to my chest sounding like a dying asthmatic tractor. My phone screen was the only light in the room, and I was reading an...