I always wanted daughters. A pair of them, so that they could grow up together, vascillating between hating and loving, ultimately becoming soul mates and best friends. A Mary and Laura of my own. For years, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to be a mom at all, much less a mom to girls. I…
My aunt Jill likes to tell the following story. When her oldest son was beginning his freshman year at one of the largest universities in the Midwest, they packed up the family minivan and sent him off alone on the morning of move-in day. She and her husband followed a short time later. By the time…
I’m just months away from turning 40. I’m also pregnant. Yesterday, we had an ultrasound, and we got to see our new little booger kicking and waving and being busy on the sonogram screen, clearly alive and vibrant and shaped like a mini human at only ten weeks’ gestation – that’s a real photo of…
I like business trips, in theory. What I mean by that is that I like the idea of them. I like them until they’re actually happening. And then, when I’m in the car or on the train or boarding the plane, I want nothing more than to be back at home. I actually tend to…
Last week, I hit a wall. I posted about it on Facebook. Here’s a slightly abridged version: “So this is a confession,” I wrote, “Since L was born and I began working from home, I have not been good about doing hair and makeup, getting dressed in something other than yoga pants and a t-shirt,…
I’ve resumed getting up at 5 o’clock every morning, which is both awful and wonderful. Awful because it is just stinkin’ early. Wonderful because the house is so peaceful and quiet, with everyone else still asleep, and I can just be for a little while. What do I do at 5 a.m.? I journal (see…