Here I am. Third trimester in the middle of a Mississippi summer, where the heat hit me hard and sent me indoors once depression and anxiety finally subsided.
Here I am. Scared for what life with two children under three will mean. Worried about what time and energy I will have for my writing and business in this coming year. Thinking that my husband couldn’t possibly understand or appreciate the magnitude of the changes that I’m undergoing.
Do you know what it’s like to have the insides of your body rearranged, to feel your mental acuity wavering, to experience the rewiring of your emotions, to live in a body that feels unfamiliar? All at the same time. [Read more…]
As a married woman, I have eaten alone with male friends many times. I have exchanged emails containing personal writings about my life and past. I have gone on long walks with a male friend. I have drunk beer alone in an apartment with one. I have stayed up talking to a male friend on our own couch after Lloyd has gone to bed and left us in the living room. We have texted and talked on the phone. Men who are not my husband have been confidantes. Sometimes we’ve hung out as a group with my husband, but I’ve had a distinct friendship with men apart from their friendship with my husband. 
