I’ve got a bee in my bonnet and it’s buzzing around, whining in my ear. Buzz, buzz, buzz. It all started with a viral Huffington Post piece about Why Generation Y Yuppies are Unhappy. Several things happened simultaneously in my brain as I read the article. I thought, “Yes, this is true!!”. I thought, “Oh My God,…
Tag: mothering
Til Death Do Us Part
Here’s the thing about death. All those quirks and faults and niggling little things about a person that make you want to throw up your hands in exasperation, all those hulking things that make you want to sob until you are salt emptied, all the things in between, the things that add up to life,…
Riding in cars with boys
I always assumed I would have daughters. I envisioned raising empowered, feminist women that grew up in a world of equal pay for equal work. Young women that never doubted they could be anything, do anything, achieve anything. When my first child was born, my husband, exhausted and tearful, announced “It’s a boy!” Really, I…