I was desperate for books about women like me; thirsty, overwhelmed moms caught in the disorienting madness of who they now were, who they used to be, and who they might become;“happily married” moms who were ravenous, unable to recocile their need for freedom with the need to keep their children and families free from harm; messy moms who were highly functioning but internally on fire, in turmoil, and deeply conflicted about patriarchy and the privilege of stay-at-home motherhood.