I Don't Know About You but I'm Feeling 22
the mamaversary post
This week I had my annual oncology visit and got the good news I love to hear: #nocancertoday.
After that, it got kind of boring because Dr. P told me about all these errands I need to run. He started talking about what it means to be a survivor, and it was sort of like he whipped out an Inigo mask and said, "You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it does."
21
For some time I've been thinking of turning a corner with my blog. This year is challenging in a million different ways, and for me one of these challenges is the need to redefine my identity as a writer, or perhaps my relationship to writing, my expectations for it. I started blogging when posts were supposed to start a conversation, but I find that's not why I write. I write here because I write always, but here I can finish a thing, wrap it up, and give it away without anyone else's say-so.
I'd like to take the world to Hello Dolly
Every Tuesday night, after I have faced an entire Monday and the First Day That is Not Monday and therefore basically a holiday, I collapse exhausted in front of our television for the one and only night each week that I get control of the remote. I go to my DVR list and push play on the previous night's episode of Dancing With the Stars. And I am surprised and delighted and deeply moved every single time.
16 Things I Hate About Parenting
In honor of the sixteenth Anniversary of my Motherhood, I present to you a somewhat surprising list from me: 16 things I Hate About Parenting: 1. The astonishing reality that I have been put in charge of young humans when I'm not actually done yet. At all.