I Don’t Like This Version of Motherhood

Crawl under the covers with me… Hi friends, I’m completely and utterly heartbroken. Do you remember your first real breakup, when you went from knowing everything about someone’s existence to suddenly not knowing whether they were even alive? That bottomless pit in your stomach where your entire body felt wrong? Now combine that with my very rational and not at all problematic anxiety that if I can’t physically see the people I love, they have probably died, and you have a pretty accurate...