My story “Old Wives’ Tales” in Bending Genres begins, “I rock and the baby’s weeping is a Möbius strip of anguish…”
Much of my first year as a parent feels like a fever dream. Though I was surrounded by help and support, I got very little sleep and as a result felt like I was on the edge of unconsciousness. I wanted to capture that feeling, and talk about the inherent guilt of not always feeling joyful in new parenthood.
Sage Tyrtle 