I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

of mother cried in the shower so her daughter would not hear?

What kind of mother sometimes stared at her baby and felt terrified because she had no idea how she was going to raise two children without their father?

I knew this stranger could not possibly know any of that.

But grief had left my skin thin.

“I’m doing the best I can,” I said.

She scoffed.continue reading …