We were all born foreigners. Our mothers’ wombs forced us to depart from the cozy comfort of a tiny space out into the cool, wide-open, confusion of the world. We were likely flung into the scent of humans, of antiseptic, …
Finding My Village
Following the birth of my first child, I felt as if I had walked through a veil; one that separated me from my previous life. I was in awe of how different my new life had become. I was in …
Rage Against the Loneliness
Lately the landscape of my mothering has been much less manicured and mostly messy. My life is a constant ebb and flow of laundry-dinner-dishes on a steady cycle of eat-wash-repeat. This lifestyle might not be glamorous, but it is important. …
A Village of Mothers
When we got married, my husband and I agreed we would wait at least three years to have children. This was a compromise between him saying, “Let’s have a baby right now, our clocks are ticking!” and me saying, “I’m …
From the Heart
The steady rhythm of your heart is wholly unique to you, yet the even cadence of each beat is similar to every other heart. Otnaracy Silva, a MOPS Coordinator and family doctor in Brazil, witnesses this phenomenon on a daily …
When a Milestone Birthday Is Hard
Some friends a few years my junior recently hit milestone birthdays. You know the ones. They end in a zero. And with each friend’s approaching day, I sat through the same group discussion. It went something like this: as the …