everyday life and other joyful fiascos
How long can I get away with calling it “baby weight” until it’s just weight? Not that I have to “get away” with anything. I don’t owe anyone but myself an explanations about anything pertaining to my body.
Continue reading “When “Baby Weight” Overstays Its Welcome: New Me vs. Old Me”My tender mother’s heart recently sustained a stinging injury. It was a minor pin prick of reality. But it hurt. I doubt if my son even registered what happened, but I did. Memories of the long, painful process of learning to fit my square peg self into the round hole world I grew up in came flooding back to me.
My kindergartener, “Sweetie Bird,” participated in his school’s annual fundraiser. For each goal level the school reached, they earned a reward. One day was no uniform day. Another day was crazy socks & hats day. I loaned Sweetie Bird a colorful striped hat of mine and some multicolored striped socks that he pulled up over his pants all the way up his thighs. At home, before he left for school, he was thrilled with his look. Those boney striped legs were killing me. I swoon hard over his whimsical tendencies.
Continue reading “Stay Weird, My Darling Child: How kids help us rediscover our strange & beautiful selves”Don’t even call me a SAHM.
I am a SAHW.
Yeah, I’ve got kids. I guess you could say I’m a mom. No, I’m not getting paid for any of my labor right now, except in love. Yes, I do spend as much time as I can at my house, but only because I’m not really all that into people & places. Still, I am uneasy with the term stay-at-home mom.
Continue reading “Stay-at-Home Writer”My neighborhood bookclub recently convened to discuss Michelle Obama’s memoir Becoming. It’s so very affirming to sit with other women for a few hours gushing over someone like Michelle Obama.
Plenty of people have already reviewed the book a long long time ago, but some of us were on waiting lists at the library for months, so this is not a review. More like a meditation. I loved it. I love her. I love everything Obama. I have a terrible memory at the moment with two kids sucking my brain power right out of me, so I just want to put down a few thoughts about some of the disparate things I managed to jot down as I listened.
My daughter had an ultrasound a couple days ago. Just as a precaution against possible gallstones that could be painful if they decided to make a break for it. The procedure was scheduled for 12:30 pm and stipulated no food after 8:30 am.
Four hours without food for a six month old is not such a big deal, and yet, anxiety. That persistent, full-body, frantic buzzing feeling that will last until the perceived potential “crisis” is over.
Continue reading “Knock, Knock! It’s me, Anxiety!”For a long time, I didn’t think I really had a personal style. I’m not a hipster, I’m not glam, I’m not goth, or grunge or whatever the thing is these days… I’ve always gravitated more towards simple elegance (and anything Stevie Nicks wears.)
Continue reading “Pajama Chic: My Fashion Revolution”