I wouldn’t say I’ve escaped the Cult of Mommy completely. I’ve defined it for myself.

I was proudly pro-abortion before I was a mom. I’ve doubled down on that belief after becoming one.

“Do you feel like we’re drifting apart?” I asked.

Remi saved the holidays!

Everything my toddler taught me about prioritizing play.

There are no right or wrong answers in queer and trans parenting choices, just the decisions we make.

I didn’t understand unconditional love until I met Remi.

“You have to wear pants to go outside.”

“What I’m saying is, if you’re sitting in the legislative chamber trying to hear the floor debate and someone’s kid starts crying or yelling “Baby Shark!” please be kind to them.”

What I’ve learned is that parents and moms especially, even cool radical-minded queer moms, even boss-lady moms with lots of confidence in their own abilities, really can’t escape the “working mom” BS.

It’s literally a social science experiment every day and we don’t have any control. That’s how it is with toddlers, I guess…

Even though I didn’t get to experience A-Camp in the traditionally transformative way, I got an even deeper peek into the ways that this community is both very real and deeply caring.

Dealing with a toddler having a temper tantrum is a lot like putting out a fire, plus mom bod nudies, Remi’s fav song for dinner dancing, cat baby watch update, and more!

Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.

I want Remi to know that I’m here for her while also cultivating her skills for independence.

Remi loves the ocean so very much wow, baking cookies with a two-year-old, some very cute holiday-ish pics, having it all is a lie, #Cativan, and more Baby T. updates for your face!

I love how soft I am postpartum. It’s a reminder of how my body stretched and grew and changed to grow a tiny human. I didn’t know I could be that strong and that soft simultaneously. I didn’t know my softness could be my strength.