July

On Now: Painful gratitude, imposter syndrome, and the line between desire and domesticity

July was my son’s second birthday, my second anniversary of motherhood. It was grief and celebration and reading letters to him in the dark. It was Spanish pastries from the bodega downtown and balloons in multiple shades of green. It was 80% humidity and wet hair and nostalgia. It was thunderstorms and a black sky and rain pelting the car like gunfire.…