At this point, I was indignant, but not surprised. Ever since my MIL married a conservative Southern Baptist man a couple years ago, sheâs been extremely vocal about her newfound salvation and political views. More
Author Archives: Amanda Low
My first impression of Jessie was that she was a bit distant with the kidsâthe first time I saw her, she was outside on the playground holding a toddler, surveying the group of kids without a smile. I thought she was someoneâs mom, because she didnât seem very interested in interacting with everyone. But she was young, somewhat attractive, and perhaps these things tricked me into believing she was perfectly competent. More
Just about everyone I know showered me with praise for breastfeeding my newborn. But those same people who were such serious nursing advocates turned into fire-breathing dragons of judgment when they learned that I’m still nursing my nearly 2-year-old daughter. Whether you’re child-free, a parent, a grandparent, an extended breastfeeder or a formula-feeder, here are eight things you should avoid saying to people like me. More
I did have the “baby blues,” for sure. But when my daughter was born, I didnât just feel blue–I felt like every shade of the rainbow, all at once, in explosive Technicolor on LSD times a million. Those period-related mood swings I had back in the day had nothing on this. This was, somehow, deep sadness and elation all at once. More
Yesterday, Koa Beck wrote about the proposed change in Irish abortion laws that could deny abortions to suicidal women, requiring them to âwait outâ their pregnancies in the psych ward. As a woman who has both been admitted to a psychiatric ward and been pregnant (not at the same time, though), the horror of this nearly renders me speechless. More
I never lived in an apartment when I was a child, and even though my parents struggled a little in the beginning, the childhood I actually remember was an upper middle-class one. By the time I graduated high school, we lived in a suburb of Chicago in a house valued at a million dollars. My childhood included a sister, and a pet, and vacations, and parents who could just run out and buy something when they needed or wanted it.
We have none of these things, and the kinds of careers weâve chosen indicate that we may never have these things. This scares me, I said to Shaun. I donât know if this is okay for our daughter. More
Thereâs this misconception about depressed people that weâre depressed all the time. I imagine some of you might think this of me given that I write a weekly column about PPD. But Iâm not some kind of depressed murky swamp creature in real life. Around people I like, Iâm actually more like an overzealous but loving Yorkie pup, minus the ankle biting!
Like everyone else, I experience moments, even days, of elation â when things just seem to fall into place. The way PPD coincides with these high moments, however, changes the effect on me. The truth is, sometimes itâs even harder to cope with my highs than my lows.
When I was pregnant and elbow-deep in parenting books, I was quick to formulate opinions and horribly stubborn about maintaining them. I canât explain this phenomenon, but it really seems like those with the strongest opinions on parenting are childless folk or parents-to-be. Combine this phenomenon with my tendency to read way too many books and my appreciation of a good debate and you can imagine the kind of insufferable prick I was during those nine months. More
Days later, serious shit went down between me and my husband. We determined we could no longer afford the beautiful house weâd been planning to build this summer. After an especially heated argument, I went so far as to look up the number for the Missouri suicide hotline because, goddammit, I didnât know what I could be doing differently. More
New nationwide standards are incorporating climate change into the public school science curricula, to which I say, fantastic, and itâs about damn time! Â I see wonderful potential in this change, primarily in that our kids will be equipped to address … More
Just when I thought caring for a 16-month-old while coping with a brutal sinus infection was the worst, I encountered the story of 25 year old British mom Trish cares for her three children without the use of her arms or legs.
Come time for her to do the sultrier dances like the rumba (nicknamed âa vertical expression of a horizontal desireâ) she can either a.) sacrifice the quality of her dance in order to keep from looking too sexy, or b.) rock that shit, and get chastised by disapproving moms and dads everywhere. More
Motherhood is many things: primal, competitive, loving, complicated, necessary But one of its many definitions doesnât make itself obvious until you find yourself caring for a little one of your own. In Western culture, motherhood is undeniably, desperately isolating. More