Owl Always Be Tired–In Which We Talk Regression

Dear Lily June, You were born in the year of the Owl. When I was pregnant with you, your dad… Read more Owl Always Be Tired–In Which We Talk Regression

All Right Right Now–In Which I Fall in Love with Breaths

Dear Lily June, To say I’m a light sleeper is an understatement. I sleep according to chaos theory: a butterfly… Read more All Right Right Now–In Which I Fall in Love with Breaths

First Firsts–In Which You Teach Me the True Meaning of Insomnia

Dear Lily June, These days, well-meaning coworkers and colleagues, mostly seasoned veteran mothers, lean across my desk and inquire, genuinely… Read more First Firsts–In Which You Teach Me the True Meaning of Insomnia