The Six Mom Types You Meet on Facebook

Are you on Facebook? Of course you are: it’s 2016 and that’s the law. As a non-parent, Facebook is a place where people post recaps of their Thursday night benders, link to Salon articles about video-game sexism, or post 178 …

Getting My Body Back

Before I got pregnant, I was in the best shape of my life. I lifted weights twice a week, I rode my bike everywhere, and I ate a Paleo-ish diet (you can take my Greek yogurt and Coke Zeros from …

The Need for Mom Friends

God, are there any two words that feel ickier next to each other than mom friends? Brrr. The phrase smacks of a total lack of authenticity, and of being so narrowly focused on only one aspect of my life that …

The End of a Tiny Era

Four weeks ago today, NS came into our lives like he was jumping a teeny motorcycle over a line of very cute buses. I actually can’t believe it’s already been a month. In some ways, I can’t remember life before …

Fashion, Baby

One the tangential benefits to having kids is that, for a while, you can dress them however you like. While I myself prefer an all-black look—think “dance instructor by way of goth priestess, with a heavy dash of American Apparel-brand …

Baby Garbage

Before I had a baby, I was adamantly opposed to what I called “baby garbage”: all the seemingly ridiculous, often garishly coloured, almost universally plastic, stuff that kids seem to acquire, like ugly little moons around a young planet. In …

The Birth Story

Noah Stanley Kochany Cinovskis! The son, our sun, the boy wonder, our sweetpea, our little guy, our tiny friend, the kiddo. Noah.   They say that birthing a baby is like running a marathon. In my case, I feel like …