Trouble on the Mother Ship

Trouble on the Mother Ship

I no longer have a baby: I have a child. How do I know? She has started to ask the tough questions. I officially entered a new zone of parenthood the moment I heard the words, “Mama, are we all going to die someday?” It was evening, and we were in the throes of the bedtime routine. My three-year-old was…

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