When I was pregnant, a well-meaning relative sent me one of those “cost of raising a baby’s first year” articles. The national average it quoted made me laugh out loud, because I … Read more
The first time I took Theo on the subway alone, I stood at the top of the stairs at my station (which, like most stations, has no elevator) holding a folded stroller … Read more
Six weeks after Theo was born, someone asked me if I was “back to normal yet.” I was standing in my kitchen in leggings I’d worn three days running, holding a baby … Read more
There’s a specific kind of bravery it takes to walk into a crowded Brooklyn café with a stroller the size of a small car. The doorway is always six inches too narrow. … Read more
