Oh, Hello, Universe–On the Occasion that You, Too, Read Too Much into Coincidence

Dear Lily June, For a skeptical scholar, I can be embarrassingly superstitious. In fact, I’m bordering on the ridiculousness of… Read more Oh, Hello, Universe–On the Occasion that You, Too, Read Too Much into Coincidence

Franklin Fridays–In Which There’s No Order for a Paper Hoarder

Dear Lily June, On my quest to become a twenty-first century working mother version of Benjamin Franklin, I’ve been remarkably… Read more Franklin Fridays–In Which There’s No Order for a Paper Hoarder

Dear Lily June, There is a blogger who wrote a description of anxiety recently that I feel encapsulates and encompasses… Read more A Day in the Life of Anxiety–In Which I Encourage You to Live More Fearlessly than Your Mother

Dear Lily June, If we were wise, when we were healthy, we would visit the shrine of the Common Cold,… Read more (Not) Smelling the Roses–In Which I’m Better for Being Sick

Dear Lily June, In creating this blog and writing these letters to you, I promised myself I would be honest.… Read more The Soul of a Clown–In Which I (Try to) Make Amends

Dear Lily June, Today, you received your six-month shots. Your parents get you those vaccinations because we love you, because… Read more Dermatophagia–In Which, When You Get Shots, I Get Bitten

Dear Lily June, Every morning (assuming I remain diligent), you’re going to watch your mother reach out for the little… Read more Keep Calm and Take a Pill–In Which Your Mommy Talks about Her Medication

Dear Lily June, Your cousin Martin couldn’t have been more than eight years old when he stood under my mother’s… Read more I Just Don’t Belong Here–In Which Being Young Can Suck

Dear Lily June, There’s a line in Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby that’s always stuck with me. In the novel, a… Read more Human Being vs. Human Doing–In Which I Encourage You to Do Nothing

Dear Lily June, Of everything that happened with the pregnancy and your birth, what still haunts me even to this minute… Read more Waving the White Flag–In Which I Have to Give Up Breastfeeding