Tuesday, June 25th, 2013
I tend to think that being happy is not supposed to be a prolonged sense of being, but more like a collection of moments. Just like eating whatever I want gets boring after awhile, I definitely think that being happy all the time would have the same kind of effect – I would eventually find myself looking for things to bring me down so I could pop open my umbrella and dance again.
Thursday, June 20th, 2013
I remember that at one time I really did care what it would look like if my relationship didn’t work out, I found another man, and we had a baby. If this hypothetical scenario happened, it would mean that, like Kate Winslet, I would have three children with three different fathers.…
Thursday, June 6th, 2013
The next time you visit your ob-gyn, be prepared to answer this question: “Do you feel pressure from your partner to have a baby?” The American College of Obstetrics and Gynecologists (ACOG) issued guidelines earlier this year urging doctors to routinely screen their patients for “reproductive coercion;” the fairly new phenomena of male partners sabotaging birth control pills, poking holes in condoms, and generally making it harder for their girlfriends, wives, and partners to carry out their desire to not have a child.
Tuesday, June 4th, 2013
I’m genuinely conflicted about all the women I know that are dieting. Before I go on, I should write that I’m happy that they are happy and moving more and working in fresh greens and whatever else they are doing. I should also say they really don’t care what I think about their dieting – and that’s more than okay too. I’m supportive to each person and encouraging, but a little part of me wonders why a pound continues to have so much weight.…
Thursday, May 30th, 2013
Women work. Mothers work. This is nothing new, but the family dynamic is changing. What appears to be happening is that the modern family is getting a new spin: mom as breadwinner. Working mothers are now the top income earners in 40 percent of all families according to a new study published by the Pew Research Center. In 1960, breadwinning mothers made up a meager 11 percent of households with children.…
Wednesday, May 29th, 2013
You never really know when it’s the “last day.” I can think back to the last day of her bottle (which was surprisingly easy to give up) and the pacifier (which was not), but crawling? That’s more like a line in the sand. Or how about when she stopped eating mushy food from jars? That too, I can’t remember. Or, how about holding hands to cross the street? Or, sitting in the bathroom during bath time? Bedtime stories?
As a baby, she thought we were one and the same, but that’s long gone now. We can go for hours in the same house and barely talk to each other.…
Sunday, May 26th, 2013
The other day I was having a conversation that went something like this: ugh, after the first birthday was the worst. Not the birthday part. Oh the birthday was amazing with two cakes and lots of family and friends — and we were so happy that we made it through the first year without really knowing what we were doing. I would give anything to go back to my daughter’s first birthday party and watch her unsure steps and big eyes light up every time someone walked through the door.…
Tuesday, May 21st, 2013
When I’m annoyed, I angry house clean.
Which pretty much means my house is usually immaculate.
Maybe not right now, but when it is, someone is bound to leave something in the way and I am, therefore, bound to grab the Windex or Lysol and huff and puff my way to a spotless bathroom mirror, clean floor or organized kitchen sink.
Saturday, May 18th, 2013
I knew she was struggling. I knew she was depressed. I knew, and have known for a few years now, that my friend was a shell of who she used to be — funny and tan with long, chestnut hair and salon highlights that were more sun-kissed than tin foil. Everywhere she went, everyone wanted to talk to her. It was my job to walk into a store, a party, anywhere first and she would follow behind me. She had anxiety like that and I rolled with it because we were thick like thieves. …
Tuesday, May 14th, 2013
There’s no good reason why we never married. Alright, maybe there are a few: when he was going to ask – thinking he would make an honest woman out of me – I would have declined, we never had the money and then, as the years went by, it became less and less important. And then there were gigantic craters worth of problems and now we’re actually very happy, but still not married.…