It’s hard to parent at night.

Unconsciously, I’d thought this was a performance. You do the hard prep work, you birth the child and then… Apparently I was waiting for someone to applaud and hand me flowers. They never showed up.

Is your isolation a blessing?

It's incredibly idealistic and a matter of privilege that I can explore the blessings of isolation and also soak them up. I don't pretend to have answers for anyone for whom this currently reality is crushing. These are reflections.