Gemma Hartley

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.

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.

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

Back when I had my first child, back when he was still a baby, I imagined us moving to the mountains. I was thinking about having three more kids, living off the grid, and soaking up every last bit of their wild childhood. It was a fantasy, through and through.

Sometimes, I think back to all the ridiculous things I did for boys when I was younger and cringe.

The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone. For the first time in nearly a decade. And that’s scary.

When my son was little, I used to let him win board games a lot.

I was lucky enough to avoid a great deal of body negativity growing up.

At Santa Rosa Christian School, dancing was a gateway drug. The gyrating, the slow romantic swaying...

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