Please Don’t Call Her My ‘Baby Mama’

Words matter, even idle barbershop talk

My co-workers, Gustav the company dog, and my unicorn. Oh, and me in the background getting a taco. Photo courtesy of the author.

I wholeheartedly hate the term “baby mama.” But I’ll confess: Before having a child, it was a term I would use with little thought as to what it might convey or who it might hurt. The identifier was short and immediately explained a situation, with no actual context needed as to how the person you were describing fit into your life…