Caitlin Shetterly

Author of Made for You and Me: Going West, Going Broke, Finding Home and Freelancer for the New York Times, NPR and Oprah.com.


Autocorrecting My iMarriage


On Boxing Day — that drugged-tired twenty-four-hour period after Christmas, when most of us want to do little more than nibble leftover figgy pudding — my husband…


Threats, Lies, and Bribes

Parenting for the new millennium


It was bedtime, and our four-year-old son, Master M., was imploding. This was a seriously exhausted kid…


I Look at Houses the Way Some Men Look at Cars


Lately, as I drive around, I find myself peering out the windows at houses. In my mind, I’m practically moving myself into other people’s…


I Share, Therefore I Am

What does sharing mean in the age of social media? 


Last weekend, we brought another family with us on a weekend away. They, too, have a…

Publications edited by Caitlin Shetterly

Mom, wife, and writer — against all odds.


To Gray or Not to Gray: The Problem With Hair Dye 

Should a Modern Mom Look as Old and Haggard as She Feels?


Letter to a Young Son


Dear Rabbit,*

Someday you will read this. And I know you told me the other day that I wasn’t allowed to write about you anymore, but I just couldn’t…


Turn the Music Up (On the Art of Letting Go) 


When I’m driving my son hither and yon, he and I often talk. Usually I leave the radio off (despite sometimes dying to hear some news from…


A Spider in the Bed (During the Boston Manhunt)


Last Friday night, as the country was transfixed by the manhunt going on in Boston, Dan and I found ourselves ripping apart Master M.’s…


After Boston: Playing Safety Roulette With My Family


Yesterday, before the news breaks, I am cooking dinner — black beans soaked overnight and then cooked all morning, served with rice…


It’s Reality Writing, Baby


When I first heard about Medium, I was a little doubtful. An online self-publishing platform for long-form writing from the creators of Twitter? What the hell are…


Why You Won’t See My Child (Or Even His Name) On Facebook


A few hours after our son was born in January of 2009, requests for photos on Facebook started to come our way: Friends who…