At the very least, "Mama Tried" offers justifications for the scattershot emotions and illogical behaviors often displayed in the moments of extraordinary love and hypercharged panic that trail every newborn. She writes, "For the first four days of my daughter's life I was carried along by what I assume was a massive, and evolutionarily necessary, endorphin rush. . . . What remained after the foam of adrenaline subsided was a raw, abraded, wounded creature. I felt like I had come out of a chrysalis too early." Although Flake doesn't pretend to offer advice, much can be gleaned from the kinship she offers. Her honest, sometimes wholesome dialogue reminds us that we are humans before we are parents. In a particularly touching introspection, she compares her pre-planned, financially stable decision to have a child with her sister's unexpected teenage pregnancy. "I think the danger for those of us who do have (choices) is that childbearing becomes another step in a curate life that you've let yourself think is important." Most children, she concludes, will never become president (or Donald Trump, for that matter), so step back, poke a little fun, and roll your eyes. And when in doubt, turn to "Mama Tried," where Flake curls her arm around the shoulders of new parents to say, hey, here is how it went for us, and our daughter is just fine.