Wanting a baby can make you crazy—with desire, with need, with jealousy, and most of all, with options. For my 40th birthday, I bought myself a $200+ fertility monitor. No, it’s not a glamorous gift, or one I’m particularly proud of—and it’s definitely not something I’d ever ask anyone else to purchase for me—but it’s a […]
This is the challenge that I and millions of other women have and will face: Who are we once we stop being moms? Hello, my name is Lynn and I am a compulsive motherer. Under other circumstances this might be a virtue. But in my case, it is a problem. I do not have children […]
Do you have a burning question about pregnancy, modern parenting or family life? Send it to Evie at AskEvieColumn@gmail.com or click here to submit your question anonymously. Dear Evie: I am a mom. I have a proper name, but I think I forgot it. Even my husband refers to me exclusively as “Mommy.” My day starts […]
The next time you glance at a fabulous single’s timeline with a twinge of envy, remember that it is only the highlight reel. I’m an active Facebooker. When I do something fun, I’ll often post pictures. But as we all know, Facebook is only a highlight reel of the fragments we choose to show. People […]
It’s unconventional. It’s also awesome. My sons can hear me unscrew a bottle of nail polish from across the house. All three of them, ages 6, 4, and 2, come at a run. They barge into the bathroom, sucking up all the breathing space with their energetic boyness. “Paint my nails!” they howl. “Do my toes, […]
No mom should ever feel guilty for taking care of herself, in whatever form that may take. A vicious stomach bug made its way through our house last month, hitting me especially hard. I was still feeling the after effects of exhaustion even after my kids bounced back and were ready to return to school. […]
No matter how badly you hurt me, I still can’t seem to forget you. It’s been six years and three months since I heard your voice. It feels like a lifetime ago. My heart still has a gaping hole in it from your absence. You missed so much of my life. My son is 7 […]
Show her support, not shame. When I asked for a bra in third grade, my mom shot me down. “You don’t need one!” she said, motioning toward my chest. And she was right. I was, anatomically, still the same on the top as my best buddy (who happened to be a boy), but I wanted one anyway. […]
