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The digital clock on my nightstand said 2:14 AM, and the wind off Lake Michigan was rattling our bedroom windows. My husband was standing near the door holding a tub of wet wipes like he was waiting for someone to...

"You absolutely have to use cloth, it's the only way to avoid the toxins," my mother-in-law said, handing me a stack of what looked like medieval torture bandages while I was exactly thirty-eight weeks pregnant and sweating through my maternity...

It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday in 2017, and I'm sitting in the front seat of my Honda CR-V in a Target parking lot, sobbing into a half-eaten sleeve of stale graham crackers. Maya is three months old. I'm wearing...