Ask UfYH: You Can Go Home Again, But Not to Clean It

Q: My parents’ house is a horrible mess. There are piles of crap everywhere, some of which hasn’t been touched in 20 years, and going home actively causes me anxiety. Every time I go home for a holiday, I end up doing nothing but 45/15s — and they THANK me for it, but I just don’t want to go home anymore because I’ve become The Cleaning Lady. What do you suggest? Read More Ask UfYH: You Can Go Home Again, But Not to Clean It

A Womb of One’s Own: Advice on the Eve of Parenthood

As usual, I was up at 4:30 a.m. feeding Gabe, when I saw that a friend had gone to the hospital with contractions.  I am so excited for her and her husband, a friend of mine since eighth grade.  I’ve been open with her about the ups and downs of new parenthood, but I don’t know how much I discussed what that first week home is like.  Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Advice on the Eve of Parenthood