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Lately, I’ve found myself coming back to one word over and over again: whimsy. It’s one of those words that’s difficult to define, but when I picture it, I know exactly what it feels like. To me, whimsy is a familiar, nostalgic feeling. It’s romantic music from the 1950s playing softly through the kitchen while…

Before I became a mother, I thought being a homemaker sounded incredibly lame. I had worked since I was fifteen. I was used to earning a paycheck, supporting myself, and measuring my contribution by the money I brought in. The thought of relying on someone else financially embarrassed me. It made me feel guilty, as…