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.
Twenty Years Ago, I Became a Mom
When Julia Roberts had her twins, she posed with them in People magazine under the headline, "Best Role Yet.” I related. Though I've never quite achieved my artistic dreams, I've had them, but when John Michael was born, I knew one thing.
If I never do anything else in my life, I will have been great because of him.
The Mamaversary Post - Take 19
Today is the nineteenth anniversary of my motherhood. Yay me, except...I have been a mother long enough to finish one human-plus-one-year, and nothing feels finished at all.
I never decided if I should pick him up or let him cry it out.
Scheduled meals and naps or no?
The Other Side of Disappointment
Eight years ago, I wrote on this blog, "I have a little idea for a novel budding in my head," and that novel is still in manuscript-form on this very computer, resting, rarely opened lately, and otherwise simmering away so that when I face it again I can put it into shape with fresh eyes. I write things wrong before I get them right, apparently it's just a thing I do.
Here's What We're Going To Do
This year, none of my boys are on a roster. The question we get asked, always with a hint of sarcasm because it's not like people don't have some idea of life outside of baseball, is this: What are you going to do? In no particular order, I have some thoughts on that.
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.
How to Not Completely Lose It When Someone Else So Did
Darlings, evil has happened again. AGAIN. And, as usual, it's the same, same, same except with some added level of what to fear from now on.
The Big Bad Stuff Against Our Beating Hearts
Why do bad guys always get the better stuff? These are the stories we are telling. Here is why we do it.
