Category: Friendship
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I know texting is the norm. It’s quick, non-intrusive, and doesn’t require the awkward “how do I wrap this up?” exit. But I still call people. Not because I’m better at staying connected—honestly, I think it’s more about how I’m wired. ☎️ I Have a Compulsive Need to Talk I’m not even being dramatic. I’m…
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There’s a particular kind of quiet that sets in at night once the dishwasher is running, the toys are picked up, and your child is finally asleep. It’s the silence that follows the chaos—and sometimes, in that stillness, the loneliness creeps in. Solo parenting comes with so many joys, but there are also moments when…
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In my twenties, friendship felt easier. Everyone had time. No one had kids. We could be spontaneous, meet for drinks on a random Tuesday, or spend hours talking without needing to coordinate calendars or childcare. We were all moving through life stages—college, first jobs, questionable roommates—in lockstep. There was comfort in that shared rhythm. Now?…
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Solo parenting is a lot of things—relentless, beautiful, exhausting, empowering—but one thing it’s not is spacious. There’s no built-in margin for error or rest, let alone connection. And yet, I’ve learned that connection is the thing that keeps me going. Especially because I’m not just extroverted—I’m cripplingly extroverted. I don’t just like people; I need…