I’VE LOVED BEYONCÉ SINCE DESTINY’S CHILD, BUT AS A WHITE WOMAN, WHAT’S MY PLACE?
MY FRIENDS ARE MOVING FORWARD WHILE I FEEL STUCK
IT WAS LIKE LOSING A LOVER, BUT WAY, WAY WORSE
LESSONS FROM GRACE + AZIZ
Growing up, I always liked babies and loved to hold them. I was the "perfect little helper," my Aunt Marie would say. If you'd asked me if I wanted children of my own, I would have unequivocally said yes. "Maybe 4 or 5," I'd say, "but I'm waiting until I'm 30."
I turned 30 this year, and I don't feel ready to have children. Not not ready in the you're never ready sense, but not ready in the maybe I actually won't. I still love babies but me, a mother? The ticking time clock of my ovaries was starting to feel like a deafening bell ringing, "Do you want to become a mother or not?" It was a sweet winter weekend that taught me there might be room for both....Read More