I write occasionally for A Beautiful Mess, and my most recent contribution went up last week. It’s about drama, desire and baby-making. (Intrigued?)
Here’s an excerpt:
At the time, my reluctance to admit that we are trying to bring new life into the world felt mysterious and somehow wrong. I reasoned to myself that I wasn’t ready to own the desire for children, or that I was somehow protecting my step-kids by relying on the idea of an eventual holy accident rather than an intentional conception. I stayed up at night, thinking about why I wasn’t able to want children enough to ditch the double negative. I asked myself if I was just avoiding not wanting to have kids—or avoiding wanting to have kids.