Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
Sometimes, being a mother sucks. I could list the different ways in which it sucks. I could give you bullet points which highlight varying degrees of suckiness, but one of the things that sucks the most about being a mother is that if I do that, I am bound to get passive-aggressively well-meant comments like... Continue Reading →
Ah Mother's Day. When we're encouraged to laud the women who taught us how to tie our shoes, eat soup without clinking the spoon against our teeth, and to make beds with the corners tucked in. The woman who examined our research paper possibilities to make sure there was a woman for every man listed.... Continue Reading →
I am not a religious person. I don't got to church or temple or mosque. I don't pray or bend a knee to Goddess or God. But after nearly fourteen years of motherhood I have come to believe in something, something fierce and powerful and universal. Something outside of me, completely out of my control.... Continue Reading →
I remember making a quip a long time ago about sending a mother in to negotiate peace in the Middle East. I was mostly joking. Mostly. There are times when I watch, in aghast amusement as football tournaments blunder along, as team travel plans are made at the last possible minute, ensuring confusion and delay,... Continue Reading →
My kids, like most, have memories like a steel trap. Remember that time you promised us ice cream and then we didn't get any? You mean the time your brother was running 104 temperature and we were trying to get him to the hospital, that time??? I dunno, maybe. But you still owe us an... Continue Reading →
It's always a good thing when you can look in the rearview mirror....and laugh at yourself. Yesterday, I met up with a group of women (and one man--you held your own, lone man--you should know that we kept the labor and episiotomy stories on the back burner for your sake--) to pass one of the... Continue Reading →
Last night some friends and I went to see Bad Moms. After explaining to the non-Americans that yes, shit like that really does happen in American PTA meetings, we talked about the idea of women doing it all. Why do women so often feel that no matter what we do as mothers it is never enough? Why... Continue Reading →
I've been a part of many wholes in my life. Some have been more important than others, yet none of those groups or demographics I've been party to or part of have been as defining as the one which embraced me as a mother. Motherhood is not the sole definition of my life. It is not... Continue Reading →
Moms are notoriously tough on themselves. We beat ourselves up for not having a visible six-pack in the ninth month of pregnancy, for not being back in the size four jeans three days after pushing a baby out, for not having hair, makeup and the baby all bundled up in a pretty little package one week in. There are plenty... Continue Reading →
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