Mothering in the Urban Wild
They are good girls.
I hear these words often. Say them too.
And they are true. My husband and I are living here, in the wild heart of my hometown Manhattan, and raising three daughters, the Rowlets as I call them—almost 7, just 5, months from 3—and they are indeed sweet, thoughtful, kind creatures. Good girls. The thing is that we are not perfect parents...