I can over-simplify, and under-explain, but completely qualify my fears as Zoë’s mother into two distinct forms: I worry that I will box her into being something; I worry that I will fight so hard against boxing her in, I veer too far to the other side. Take swimming. Today was her first lesson, ever. [...]
You know when you find a killer sale, and you totally stock up on stuff, thinking you’re being proactive, but then you soon realize that you either: a) already had stocked up on the thing you were just stocking up on, or b) needed the thing you were stocking up on, so it’s not so [...]
Last week, I was everywhere but here, like: helping Zoë start to create a vision board; sitting breathlessly, while Zoë read her first, unassisted book; in the shower, within a period of time comparable to a normal person; having morning coffee dates with a friend; and, responding to literally thousands of emails. Gah. MamaPop Eva [...]