It’s 5:45 am and I promised myself I’d write to you for one hour and then hit publish no matter what—like I used to. I’ve been a little quiet lately because I’ve been trying to take very tender care of myself. But I miss, miss, miss you. I miss when I used to just sit down and write you letters instead of essays. So anyway—here’s just a little letter. So this is what happened. About a year ago I went off my medicine. I was just feeling so goodish and normalish and I decided it was time to try life…
It’s Not You. It’s Them.
I wrote when I was losing my mind. No, I take that back. I was not LOSING my mind — my people were TAKING it. Difference. Anyway, so many people have requested copies of this rant that we decided to let it live on the blog. Here you go. Listen: there are two ways to approach parenting: CHOOSE THIS WAY AND YOU MIGHT JUST SURVIVE. Love, G *************************** Kay. At 2 am Child 3 shook me awake from a dead sleep to report with terror that: MOMMY! I JUST OPENED MY EYES AND IT WAS ALL DARK AND I WAS ALONE IN MY…
Here’s How I Keep My Boy Safe-ish on the Interwebs
Last week I was making my usual sweep through my precious one’s phone: checking texts and Instagram accounts and all the things. He looked at me and said, “Mom. When I am going to have some privacy on that thing?” I am still giggling about that question. Lord, I love these small humans in my house. Here’s a more articulate version of my reply: “Well, honey. Requesting privacy on the internet is sort of like requesting privacy in the middle of a baseball stadium during the World Series. Both the internet and baseball stadiums are—by very definition—very public places. If you say…