10 BEST BOOKS FOR COPING WITH HOLIDAY ANXIETY AND FAMILY STRESS

There is a specific kind of December phone call that I have come to dread. It starts normally — my mother's voice asking about the kids, a question about.

There is a specific kind of December phone call that I have come to dread. It starts normally — my mother's voice asking about the kids, a question about.

I have approximately seven browser tabs open right now. Three of them are articles I've been meaning to read for days. Two are work-related but not urgent. One.

I was thirteen, reading in my childhood bedroom with the door closed because my mom worked nights and I was supposed to be asleep, and I got to the chapter.

There's this moment I have fairly often, usually around 9 pm when the apartment is finally quiet and I've put the kids to bed and I'm standing at my kitchen.

There is a version of me that exists in the text messages I have not sent yet. It is the version that wants to say actually, I already have plans that night.