And Now We Have Everything: On Motherhood Before I Was Ready

by Meaghan O'Connell

suddenly needing things on opposite sides of the apartment.

I wanted to prolong the ambiguity for reasons I couldn’t quite articulate,

It made me want to put sad music on in my headphones and walk around feeling like the protagonist of my own life.

I cry every time. I laugh too. It’s incredible. I wish it weren’t going to happen to me, but still. How can you argue with it?