The other night, a colleague and I held a conversation to introduce and talk about my new book, Maternal Ambivalence: The Loving Moments and Bitter Truths of Motherhood, with a group of her friends. It took place in her home in a suburb of New York City, just outside Manhattan. About 20 mothers attended, most in their 40s and early 50s, as well as two husbands and three older moms, including me.

We were welcomed into a warm space with food and drink, and comfortable lounges and chairs. As the mothers trickled in, I had the chance to introduce myself to each one. There was an atmosphere of anticipation as we all mingled, and it became clear that this was going to be a lively evening

My colleague began the conversation by introducing me, explaining how we met, and describing our shared i

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