My mother was always present, literally and figuratively. She was like a floating head—every time my sister and I turned around, she was there. She was in all of our business—snooping through our rooms—finding things she didn’t want to find, but that’s a story for another day. She was room mother, a volunteer in our […]

One of the best parts of childhood is blissful, selfish ignorance. Time and time again, now that I am a mother, I realize—often with a punch in the face—how hard certain things were for my parents, how they sacrificed, how they struggled to navigate parenthood and raise my sister and me into good human adults. […]