Layney Wells
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The end of my suburban honeymoon
After a year and a half in the suburbs, I still struggle with the persistent feeling that I don’t belong here. A year and a ...
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Accepting my body through my kids’ eyes
Sometime within the last year or so both my boys have told me in the most matter of fact of ways that they wished their bellies werenR ...
9 years ago
Raising twins — multiplied, not divided
It never occurred to me that I would have twins. And so when the obstetrician announced at my first ultrasound that there were two h ...
9 years ago
When your kids come home with tattoos
One day, my kids came downstairs, ready to go to dinner, and they’ve drawn all over their faces. Like every parent I know, my first ...
9 years ago
Raising feminists — of any gender
My kids groan audibly in protest as I stop the show they’re watching and turn off the TV. I explain why I’ve done so: Ninja # ...
9 years ago
Sampling spiritual practices: Teaching my kids to appreciate something about every religion
I’ve spent most of my life tasting and sampling religions, trying them on as you might a hat. Among my first words was “Krish ...
9 years ago
When the in-laws come to visit for the holidays
Over the course of the year I lived in Brazil, I often felt like a permanent house guest. Muddled with the deep appreciation for Brazilia ...
9 years ago
You’ve done everything you can to keep your kids from knowing about or playing with guns. It may be inevitable, but you remain ever ...
9 years ago
I spent a lot of my pregnancy worrying about being a mom. Whether or not I would have enough love for two babies, about what would happen ...
9 years ago
I’ve never been particularly good at lying. Perhaps it’s the guilt or the fear of being found out, but each time I’ve f ...
10 years ago
The road to suburbia: From Northwest Philly to Abington
My parents moved to Germantown in the mid-80s to get out of a neighborhood that at the time was very segregated. Raising the ...
10 years ago