Sasha turned one yesterday. It made me think all kinds of things, but lately I’ve especially been thinking about nursing. How I told myself I was going to stop at twelve months. And now here we are. Twelve months. But I feel like we’ve just recently gotten the hang of this breastfeeding thing. Am I […]
Nine months ago, during the last storm of the snowiest winter in Philadelphia history, my stomach began to gurgle loudly like a draining bathtub. It took about an hour to realize what this meant: my daughter finally wanted out.