Baby! Or: the crossing of the return threshold

On Sunday, I had a baby. Internet, meet my daughter, Miss Molly B.

When I was pregnant, my editor told me that having children was like an awesome fantasy novel–a long, exhausting, frequently dirty, but ultimately amazing journey. I feel like childbirth is sort of like returning from a fantasy kingdom. You’ve been transformed by your journey through the wardrobe; for you, a whole lifetime has passed. But in England, life goes on as it always has, untouched by the magic that’s working its way i...