Creative Nonfiction

Dinner is over. My husband Patrick is on the phone. I’m trying to load the dishwasher while Zo� spins in circles holding her fairy wand and Cleo shuffles back and…

Keegan digs in the dirt, making spherical mud pies adorned with twigs and rocks. Occasionally she unearths a prized bottle cap and she crowns the ball with much ceremony. Keegan…

How do we deal with the ugly furies of motherhood? “Wait right here.” I leave my two boys, both 2 1/2 years old, on our doorstep. I shut the door,…

Mother of the Bride, I wear this dress like my role; no one sees underneath. Anarchist in beige and ivory, purple eyeliner without my glasses. No one recognizes the anarchy.…

My husband and I both knew we wanted one child before we even got married. In part, it had to do with our own failed sibling relationships and with wanting…

My mom got knocked up in college. She claims she conceived my sister when she lost her virginity, or as she puts it, when she finally succumbed to my biological…

When the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade approached this past winter, I signed on to sponsor the local commemorating event. Then I realized, with horror, that I wasn’t sure whom…

There it was on the ultrasound: a tiny but unmistakable penis. We were having a son. My husband glowed. The radiology technician oohed and aahed. Me? I was panic-stricken. I…

I never thought I had an addictive personality until the time I stayed up all night watching an online spat. The moment of truth came during a slow period in…

My husband came home from shopping the other day with a size-five pair of pink sneakers with sparkles. He bought them for our 16-month-old daughter. I cringed. My insides were…

It is rather unusual for me to tear off on roaring, spontaneous tangents. In fact, I am fairly level-headed about most things, although I am known, by those who know…