Allison’s book, “The Unbecoming,” is forthcoming from a small press she hasn’t decided on yet. She is not in a hurry. For the first time, she is not in a hurry.
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“I swore I wouldn’t be her,” Allison says. “But I just got a more educated version. I traded ironing for organic cold-pressed juice. I traded church potlucks for anti-vaxxer playdates. The performance was different, but the script was the same: A good mother disappears into her children. ” That was the beginning of the unbecoming
The physical recovery was slower than the emotional one. She started small: five minutes of lying on the floor with her hands on her belly, breathing. Then ten. Then a weekly acupuncture appointment where she was not allowed to check her phone. Then, radically, a weekend away—not a “girls’ trip” full of scheduling and logistics, but a cheap motel room fifty miles away where she ate stale saltines in bed and watched a reality show about cake decorating. I traded ironing for organic cold-pressed juice