These days when I get my period I crave a burger and fries. For the iron in the red meat and the salty carbs, maybe, but also for the immediacy of the meal and the ingrained comfort I associate, for better or for worse, with greasy fast food. This isn’t a…
My friend Teri wrote this and it is a really wonderful essay.
When people I know have babies or plan to have them or talk about wanting them I sometimes worry. ‘You’ll change your mind one day’ seems to have been true for almost everyone I know. Except me. I’m going to be 33 years old next month and ‘one day’ doesn’t mean the same thing it did when we were 25. Sometimes I wish I wanted babies because it would be a known future. I have seen those lives a million times. But I have only seen a few lives lived without children, none very up close, and sometimes the possibilities that exist without them seem too infinite in both the best and worst ways.