Real life, not the highlight reel: motherhood, food, the languages we mix up at home, the books I read and write, and the small daily moments that end up mattering the most.
Becoming a mother was never simple for me. It was not an accident, not a surprise, not something that happened on a relaxed Sunday morning and changed everything while the coffee was still warm.
Read MoreHis name is Ian and he wakes up every morning like he cannot wait to get back to it. No warm-up, no transition, no easing in.
Read More →Let me introduce you to Ian. He is my little bundle of trouble. Ops... I meant to say love. He is 2+, endlessly curious, absurdly polite.
Read More →Let me start with a confession. I was not looking for love. I was not even looking for a date.
Read More →Before I was a mother, I was a reader. That is where everything starts, really.
Read More →Weaning is one of those things nobody really prepares you for. Not the practicalities, not the emotions, not the particular kind of guilt that sits on both sides of it.
Read More →Not the perfect Brazil. Not the terrible one. The real one.
Read More →The struggles nobody warns you about, told exactly as they happened, no filter.
Read More →I was completely against it. Two years later, we are still doing it.
Read More →What nobody tells you about the hardest, gentlest ending in early motherhood.
Read More →Why our son's face stays off social media, and what that decision actually costs.
Read More →My honest, tested-on-my-own-kid ranking of the mineral sunscreens actually worth buying.
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