I distinctly remember being two months into
motherhood and realizing that I didn't need or want any more girlfriends
stopping by and over-stimulating my colicky, sensitive child with their scary foreign faces, inappropriately loud voices, or refusal to
stop bouncing him for even a few minutes.
Her writing invites us to believe in ourselves, to be brave and kind, to let go of the idea of perfection, and to
stop making
motherhood, marriage, and friendship harder
by pretending they're not hard.