Gemma Hartley

The money is great, but it is not the best part of becoming a working mom. Having my own career has shifted the power balance of my relationship.

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

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

I wonder because I think I'm making the same mistakes with my daughter. She hardly eats. She's very picky. I feel like food is a constant struggle between us. I also feel like it's all my fault.

If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.

I know it’s a lie when I tell myself that I’m “simply off” or “maybe I’m just having a few bad days” or “I’m in a funk” or “I must be upset about something, but I don’t know what.”

Becoming an adult didn’t magically open me up to their world and their psyche as I thought it would. Even having children of my own did little to unravel the mystery of my parents, because I wasn’t really interested in exploring honestly. I have always been concerned with who my parents were in relation to me, not who they were on their own.

I spent most of my life assuming I was an introvert, but not a very good one. Then finding out I'm an ambivert totally changed my life!

My six-year-old son got into the car after school and declared he only wanted to have one kid when he grew up.