Why I’ve Had to Change my Definition of Friendship

One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is a bit of an elusive, weird thing: it’s my mother’s devotion to her best friend. My mother felt and “did”—and still does—friendship so exuberantly, so passionately, that when I was a child I could feel the love wash through our house when her friend was…

Mothering — a lonely profession?

Does anyone else find parenting lonely? I guess I should say “mothering…” Does anyone find mothering lonely? I find it lonely in two ways: first, I feel alone with all of the big decisions. I know that this is not entirely true, because I do have a husband who is very much a part of…