For several months, I wrote a column in the magazine called "The Imperfectionist."
About kids and their fears. And how to deal with them without losing your mind.
Some people really freaked out about this one, because apparently I was giving children everywhere permission to abuse their parents? Hmm.
I did it! More or less. Sort of. No, I did!
I don't know about you other parents, with your meditation and your whatever, but worrying is my second-favorite hobby.
If you feel like crying, here you go.
When your child becomes a knee-jerk contrarian, sometimes it's hard not to flip the hell out.
Motherhood as Competitive Sport
Look, it's not a sport when I win every time.












