But the private messages. Oh, the private messages.
Allison stood in front of the bulk granola. She had not slept more than four consecutive hours in eleven years. She hadn’t had a bowel movement without someone knocking on the door in seven. She hadn’t finished a thought—a real, unbroken, private thought—since 2013. mutha magazine article allison
She is writing a book now. Not a parenting guide. A memoir about the year she stopped performing. She calls it The Unbecoming. The working tagline is: “What you lose when you stop being everything to everyone is not a tragedy. It’s a beginning.” But the private messages
Her kids are fine, by the way. They forgot their lunches twice. They wore mismatched socks to picture day. They complained. They adapted. They now know how to boil an egg, how to set a reminder on their phones, how to ask their father where the sunscreen is without running it through their mother first. She had not slept more than four consecutive