Raising Gen Beta: AI Anxiety, Wooden Toys, And Finding Peace
I was sitting in the dark nursing my son while the Chicago winter tried to break my living room windows. My phone screen was the only light in the room. I had fallen down a 3 AM internet rabbit hole...
When the Internet Decides Your Toddler Needs Street Cred
I was wiping smeared avocado off my toddler's chin at the local park when a pack of ten-year-olds sat on the bench next to us. One of them had a phone propped up, blasting gang baby lyrics into the humid...
Why Your Dog Freaks Out When the Kid Screams (A Father's Log)
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting on the hallway floor at 3:14 AM. You have the tracking app open on your phone, verifying that the nursery is exactly 69.5 degrees with 44 percent humidity, and you...
Does the baby die in Squid Game Season 3
I was thirty-eight minutes into episode four, balancing a sleeping infant on my left breast and a bowl of cold dal on my right thigh, when I aggressively hit pause. My husband flinched from the other side of the sofa...
Reality TV Sleep Advice vs. Rural Texas Parenting (62 chars)
I was three hours into a late-night doom scroll, balancing a sour-smelling burp cloth on my shoulder, when I dropped my phone flat on my face. I was reading some pop culture gossip trying to figure out if Sparkle Megan...
The Henry Cavill Baby Era: What I Wish I Knew Before the Chaos
It was 6:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing barefoot on my freezing kitchen tiles, wearing my husband Tom’s oversized gray sweatpants—the ones with an unidentified, crusty yogurt stain on the left thigh that I keep forgetting to...
The Messy Truth About HiPP And Why I Smuggled European Milk
When Leo was about four months old, it was 3:14 AM and I was standing in my kitchen wearing a college t-shirt that smelled aggressively like sour milk and maternal desperation. My husband Greg was making his third pour-over coffee...
Exactly How Many Babies Are Born in the US Each Year?
It was 4:12 a.m. on a particularly bleak Tuesday when I found myself sliding down a demographic rabbit hole. Maya, who's technically twin A but behaves aggressively like a middle child, had decided that sleep was a social construct she...
The honest guide on how to sleep train a baby (without losing it)
It's 2:14 AM. I'm sitting on the top stair of our narrow London terrace, clutching a cold, profoundly sad crumpet, aggressively watching the timer on my phone tick down from five minutes. From behind the closed nursery door, Florence is...