Kaitlyn Kochany is a Toronto-area freelance writer and editor. She had her son, NS, in January 2016, and has been trying to sleep and write since then.
There is a picture of me somewhere—I’m not sure who took it or where I’ve seen it, but I have—of me in high school. In it, my hair is wrapped in a pink scarf, I’m wearing a vintage Coca-Cola shirt, …
I love breastfeeding NS. At first, it was a source of worry—is he getting enough? too much? at the right time? is he latched? is he full? fuck, what are my boob doing all the way down there?—but these days, …
When I was a kid, my mom favoured the kind of art that you might thing of as “boring museum:” gauzy and romantic, featuring lots of children in straw hats, mothers in white lace dresses, lazy days on a skiff, …
Straight off the bat, I’m just going to say it: Margaret Atwood makes me cranky. She’s been, like, the Grand Dame of Canadian Letters since forever; frankly, I haven’t drank that Kool-Aid in a long while. Books like Oryx and …
I didn’t know I wasn’t really a baby person until I spent a year with one. I love NS, obviously—everyone loves their own babies—but babies are tedious little creatures sometimes. They’re in there, but the humanity is sketched broadly and …
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve put pen to paper / finger to keyboard, and basically the reason is that our lives are really fucking tough right now! So it’s hard to be breezy about fun pants I want …
I have a bike trailer and the kid, inside the trailer, has one fist inside a stainless steel container filled with organic dried apricots. We are riding along the lakeshore, me in a pair of performance sport sunglasses, the kid …
NB: I am not an astrologer, tarot card reader, bone thrower, tea-leaf enthusiast, or seer. I have one psychic grandmother, though, so there is spooky blood in my veins. Take with however many grains of salt you usually cook with. …
I like thinking about style. Fashion—meh, trends are trends, and I once heard the axiom, “If you can remember it the first time around, you’re too old to wear it the second time,” and that’s stuck with me in an …
There is a moment happening in my life right now, where I feel the tug of a second baby. But it’s not what you think. It’s the space where the tug should be, and I am aware of its absence. …