Musings from a Black woman who didn’t quite think this through. When I last reflected on parenthood and what it would mean for my life, I was deep in the throes of prenatal misery. I felt like an alien on planet ‘womban’; a mystical place where beautiful, valuable beings with…

I probably should’ve had this conversation sooner. Perhaps I should’ve thought more critically about parenthood before I was expecting, but here we are. When my husband and I married in October 2020, I knew that children were next. But my ‘knowing’ wasn’t the type of deep spiritual knowing that many…

November 2020. That’s the first time I can remember unlocking floodgates that had remained shut tight through years of therapy and dozens of self-help podcasts. One month prior, I’d married my partner of 5 years. The wedding was supposed to quell a lifelong desire for the ultimate partnership. …