Don't Rush the Magic

What I wish I'd known as a single mom when my son was a baby.

Dear Younger Self (A Newly Barely Surviving Solo Mom),

Remember that first holiday? The one with the two-week-old potato baby, a grieving parent, and—because your timing has always been impeccable—a fresh COVID booster right before Joshua Tree? When you felt so spectacularly awful you could barely lift your own child, your milk supply dried up entirely, …