Piercing the bubble
On intrusive thoughts, dead babies, innocence, and the powerful empathy of mothers
My maternity leave coincides with my favorite time of year in the Bay Area. Come fall, the haze and heat of the summer clear, leaving us with blue skies, crisp mornings, and warm afternoons. Though taking care of a newborn requires levels of exertion previously reserved for final exam season, it is hard not to feel cheerful as I stroll down the street w…
