On the Fifth House

Creativity, children, and the necessity of Venus in uncertain times

Since I’ve gotten sick again, nearly all of my waking moments are spent worrying about my son Theo. If he skips a meal—or two, or three, as he did last weekend—my brain skips right to the early months of his life, when neither my husband and I, nor our doctors, could figure out how to nourish him. Breast milk would come right back up, formula didn’t sta…