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Traveling with a kid as a solo parent isn’t relaxing. It’s not spontaneous. It’s not effortless. But it is doable—and honestly, it can be a lot of fun once the logistics are handled and you’re both on the plane with snacks in hand. I’m heading to London soon with my daughter, and like most things…
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I’m all for mass transit. I really am. I believe in investing in public infrastructure, reducing car dependence, and building systems that make life better for more people. But if I have to drive down Wayne Avenue in Silver Spring one more time and dodge a maze of construction barrels, uneven pavement, and mystery fencing,…
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When I describe myself as a solo parent, I sometimes get a puzzled look or a follow-up question: “Oh, you mean single mom?”Sort of. But also—not really. I want to talk about what this distinction means to me, and why I choose the term solo parent even though I technically fit the definition of a…
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There’s a particular kind of quiet that sets in at night once the dishwasher is running, the toys are picked up, and your child is finally asleep. It’s the silence that follows the chaos—and sometimes, in that stillness, the loneliness creeps in. Solo parenting comes with so many joys, but there are also moments when…
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Being a solo parent is a marathon—one that’s nonstop. From juggling work to managing a household and everything in between, it can often feel overwhelming. The truth is, I don’t have a partner to lean on, and I don’t want to pretend that it’s all smooth sailing. But I’ve learned to make things work—and it’s…
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There’s a moment, just before the day begins, that belongs entirely to me. No emails. No school lunches. No one asking for anything. Just me, my coffee, and a bit of stillness. Every morning, I wake up a little early—not because I’m naturally chipper (I’m not), but because I need that quiet time to feel…
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There’s a special kind of magic in having a trip on the calendar. The act of looking forward is its own kind of restoration—especially as the departure date gets closer. Right now, I’m counting down to a trip to London with my daughter. Just the two of us, an adventure we’ve been dreaming about, planning…
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In my twenties, friendship felt easier. Everyone had time. No one had kids. We could be spontaneous, meet for drinks on a random Tuesday, or spend hours talking without needing to coordinate calendars or childcare. We were all moving through life stages—college, first jobs, questionable roommates—in lockstep. There was comfort in that shared rhythm. Now?…
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I have spent more mental energy on meal planning than I have on most major career decisions. I wish I were joking. You would think that in a country where I can get same-day delivery of specialty vitamins and a subscription box for razor refills, someone would have figured out how to help working parents…
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Some days, you’ve got it. Other days, it’s a miracle you’re wearing pants. But one thing I’ve learned: looking like you have your life together can be as simple as getting the fit right and staying just trendy enough to fake it. No one needs to know you were spiraling fifteen minutes ago if your…