Gemma Hartley

There is a chasm separating "bad behavior" from "being bad." Our kids have to learn from us that their one-time actions do not permanently define them.

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, eight of them married, four of them teenaged.

I want and need to save some room for myself, to know that I am worthy of a place in the world without the label of mother.

My first child’s milestones were elaborately marked, photographed, and celebrated with much fanfare... My third child however? Not so much. His first birthday was a much quieter affair — if it could be called an affair at all.

To be honest, I consider myself pretty damn good at adulting. I’m a great cook, as long as I have a recipe. I’m a self-taught professional baker.

It probably isn’t the sort of parenting moment that is supposed to make a mother proud — the hitting, growling, and otherwise uncivilized decorum... But I couldn’t help feeling a deep satisfaction with my daughter.

Getting pregnant after postpartum depression may have stolen a lot from me, but it gave me a lot more.

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There is a time to be prudent and fair to “many sides” of an issue, but dealing with Nazis is not that time.

Again and again I refuse to prioritize, refuse to let anything slide, at the expense of my physical and mental health.