Gemma Hartley

My mother called me the morning after the

The real reason I’m worried about sending my kids to school is that I’m going to be alone. For the first time in nearly a decade. And that’s scary.

At Santa Rosa Christian School, dancing was a gateway drug. The gyrating, the slow romantic swaying...

The money is great, but it is not the best part of becoming a working mom. Having my own career has shifted the power balance of my relationship.

Getting pregnant after postpartum depression may have stolen a lot from me, but it gave me a lot more.

You are a professional. You want to handle your business with a certain air of sophistication. You want to tell them "f*ck no," but want to do so graciously, tactfully — you are, after all, a wordsmith.

To be honest, I consider myself pretty damn good at adulting. I’m a great cook, as long as I have a recipe. I’m a self-taught professional baker.

When my son was little, I used to let him win board games a lot.

It wasn’t the name I would have picked — not originally, at least — but as days turned into weeks, it grew on me.

It probably isn’t the sort of parenting moment that is supposed to make a mother proud — the hitting, growling, and otherwise uncivilized decorum... But I couldn’t help feeling a deep satisfaction with my daughter.