Shelf Life 🍣: In praise of a single, gleaming, read

A review of Lucy Jones’ Matrescence

Dear friends,

I first heard about the world matrescence when I was in what is often be called “the fourth trimester.” I can’t remember where I heard it, but likely in a (Covid-distanced) conversation with a new mum-friend—staring blankly into each others’ pallid faces—asking what the hell was happening to me. They described it as a lesser-known adolesce…