Published in Human Parts·PinnedMember-onlyEnding the War With My BodyWhen surrender means you’ve won — It’s been two years since my last doctor’s appointment. At that visit our discussion was shrouded by social distancing and early motherhood. It was a time when I desperately begged for closeness and the world replied with a stern and final, “No.” My days were held together with a matching…Body Image5 min read
Published in Human Parts·PinnedMember-onlyThe Adjusted Age of Parenthood in a PandemicOn loving your child and losing yourself — In March 2020, my son was born three weeks early in a Brooklyn hospital just as news reporters started to flood New Rochelle and the CDC debated the merits of masking. We didn’t know it at the time, but those extra three weeks meant that we could enjoy his birth…Parenting5 min read
Apr 28Member-onlyThe Internet That Once WasA childhood forged in the wilds of the internet — I didn’t expect to feel old on the internet this quickly. I thought that as the human lifespan expanded that we would feel younger for longer instead of becoming older earlier. My childhood, colored with freebie AOL CDs and screeching modems is tucked firmly in memories that have been plied…Internet Culture5 min read
Mar 30Member-onlyWhy I Watch the Bachelor for my Mental HealthTurns out a weekly dose of sequined dresses reduces my anxiety — Every Monday night I race to the finish line. It’s 7:45 and my toddler is pleading for another book. I negotiate him down to a pithy one where the entire plot is to count dogs. In the kitchen my husband feverishly stirs the boxed macaroni and cheese, transforming powder into…Self Improvement4 min read
Mar 17Member-onlyWhen Grief Takes the Long RouteThere’s more than one way to lose someone — My parents aren’t doing well. They are flies on fly tape, struggling to break free of poor health and old age but just becoming weaker and more exhausted with each fight. At this point every unknown number with a 352 area code causes my heart to stall. Another fall alert…Grief6 min read
