I must admit that I’ve been a little bit out of it this election season. Consumed by a million work things. Consumed by a million emotional things. And in the moments where info graphics and statistics have (briefly) penetrated my laser focus on said work and emotional things (thank you, Facebook), I’ve grown, well, a little . . . → Read More: I Believe in Barack Obama. Also, Healthy Man Parts.
This time last week I had just started to pack for Ethiopia. And while I was rifling through my cosmetics drawer, looking for travel sized samples, at the very last minute I grabbed a Clinique lipstick. I bought this lipstick last year and have rarely used it, but for some reason felt a strong urge to . . . → Read More: The Power of One Mom: My Mom
On the plane ride home from Vegas on Sunday, I was seated next to a man who repeatedly pushed my buttons. Some examples:
1. Our takeoff was delayed because Air Force One was landing. To which the man replied, “F*ck that! Another f*cking reason to hate Obama and not vote for him!”
2. When a couple of fellow . . . → Read More: Button Pusher
This past weekend I was reminded of how vulnerability can reflect strength.
This may seem counter-intuitive. After all, aren’t we taught to be tough? That revealing your fears and weaknesses makes you, well, weak? Certainly, I relied on the tough ass persona heavily during my time in academia. If I had to cry, I would never, ever . . . → Read More: Vulnerability and Strength
To my sweet Laurel,
Eight years ago today we began our journey together. Never in a million years could I have imagined that life would be what it is today. Never in a million years could I have imagined the joys and challenges and personal growth and reflection that would result from growing a daughter.
In some ways, . . . → Read More: 8 Fears, 8 Hopes
I have no idea whether I’m done growing babies. If up to Jon, I’m pretty sure the answer would be that we’re done (perhaps emphatically so after last night’s teething-induced lack of sleep). However, it’s harder for me to say that. I can’t help it. I loved being pregnant. I love babies. Jon and I make . . . → Read More: Not Waiting for Maybe
On Friday Laurel and I went wedding dress shopping at Camilla’s with my sister Sharon. Laurel adores sketching fashion and dressing fancy so she was in heaven. And I felt so happy, not only because this is Sharon, my only baby sister who so utterly deserves to have found the perfect person with whom to share . . . → Read More: In the Window