When my daughter started eating solids at five months, I remember how zen I was about food allergies. We had no family history of them, and I had no plans to sit in our pediatrician’s parking lot when I fed her peanuts for the first time, or hover over her high chair while she tried scrambled eggs.
So it does seem a little ironic that out of all my pals with babies who stressed about feeding the top 8 allergens, I’m the one who has a child with a food allergy.
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I didn’t set out to create a collection of slightly sad books. But after looking over the list of completed reads this month, these were the stories that stood out to me the most.
Despite being a little bit heavy, all of these novels and memoirs added something valuable to my perspective— from exploring the blowback caused by unexpected DNA test results to hearing about the connection between women, today’s culture of overwork, and alcoholism.
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I’m not usually the person who has luck finding name brand items at thrift stores. Vintage lamps and cute dresses for my daughter? Check and check. But when it comes to recognizing things that people love, I’m pretty clueless.
However, one thing I do know a lot about is bougie baby stuff. I was cruising the back room of our local Salvation Army this weekend looking for a matching pair of walnut nightstands when I spotted something I recognized.
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Every year I read a lot. Every year I swear I’m going to write a quick article about all the books I read and loved, and every year I fail. In fact, the post about my favorite books of 2017 is still sitting in my drafts folder. This is the year I got it together and jotted down my recommendations.
If you like inspired fiction, memoirs that will literally CHANGE YOUR LIFE and really important, in-depth reporting, read on.
Oh, hey there. It’s been a while, right?
A lot of time passed as I wondered what to do with this space. When you decide to reveal a part of yourself publicly, it’s easy to slide into banality. It’s hard to commit to sharing thoughts because even sharing travel photos and thrifting finds left me feeling uncomfortably exposed.