On the Last Day of Mental Health Awareness Month
A few years ago, I was scrolling through the sub on Reddit for my mental health diagnosis. I’m not sure what brought me to the sub that day in the first place, but my eye was caught by a post someone made about feeling guilty for having had children after her diagnosis because research suggests that many mood and mental disorders could have a hereditary component and she felt that any future diagnoses her children might receive would be her “fault.”
On Core Memories
In an Instagram reel a few days ago, I said I thought that the idea that we can influence our kids’ core memories is bullshit…
Saturday evening, mid-April
We’re arrayed across the couch in our jamma jams - which is what Claire used to call pajamas; we have no idea why, as no one in our family calls them that, but she’s recently graduated to “PJs” and I’m grieving the loss of the uniquely toddler-Claire nomenclature - watching The Wizard of Oz, my father’s favorite movie…
Job Hunting as A Mom of Young Kids
When I started looking for a new job this past fall, I knew that a family-friendly environment was a non-negotiable. Here’s what I kept my eyes open for as I networked and interviewed: