Here’s the thing: I never wanted to be a mother. I knew this always, from the beginning of memory onward. Maybe it’s because we grew up rough, maybe it’s because I saw the world as a writhing, painful, grasping place to which I would never subject a fragile new life. But I always knew. This … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 2: My Girls.
Thanksgiving has never been big on my list of holidays, I won’t even pretend. It’s just more added stress and work glomped onto the Katamari ball of Christmas cheer and New Year’s revelry, in between the Halloween hysterics. Basically by January 2, I’m ready to pass out for three months or maybe hang out in … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day One: A Sense of Place