Oh my God, what? A what? Where?

Checking Twitter.

Sick to my stomach.

Who do I know in Boston? I need to check in with them.

9/11 flashbacks.

I don't want to see the photos.

Okay, one photo.

Fuck, why did I look at that.

Have to call my friends....

The one post of mine that still receives the most comments and emails all these years later takes on sleep training. My standard answer to those poor, desperate new moms is that I'm the last person that anyone should ever ask advice about getting one's children to sleep....

I have not stopped thinking about this amazing Wellesley High School graduation speech since I saw it yesterday, thanks to Jen Singer. In it, brilliant English teacher David McCullough cautions his students, "you are not special."

I admit when I first heard the line, I bristled a bit....

I have seen the following argument about working moms far too many times to count: Well, women could sacrifice second cars and vacation homes to stay home with their children.

Feel free to scream now. Or, you know. I could do it for you.

The implication of course is that...

When I became pregnant, the diaper came to symbolize my absolute crippling fear of impending motherhood. That seemingly benign little plastic white pant with the powdery scent and the smiling muppet on the band -- it was my own personal hell.

You see, in all my 36 years of...