A few months ago, a friend sent me this practical account of how a woman got rid of a placenta she never wanted in the first place. It casually flew in the face of the false dichotomy between crunchy, placenta-eating home birthers and epidural princesses. On a whim, I sent an admiring email to the… Read More Guest post: On Passing as a Single Mom
We had a tragic accident at our house recently. Train engineers the size of wine corks (where is my mind?!) tend to escape my 1st pass of throw-various-toys-into-various-boxes-so-I-can-walk-on-level-ground-in-my-own-home. So J’s esteemed engineer was marooned on our floor, only to be crunched under one of our giant feet. It was a grisly injury to be sure,… Read More Feminism, pronouns and arts and crafts
Well, fabulous readers, you definitely stepped up to my recent photographic challenge. Here are more regular, everyday, un-gussied-up moments from your lives. Thank you, thank you for sharing them. Laura Turbow shared these next three photos. She’s an honest mom who happens to also be an awesome photographer. If you’d like to see more revolutionary… Read More The revolution continues: more of your honest photos
I had to share a few of the great photos that you, dear readers, have been sharing on my Facebook page this week in response to my photographic challenge. The challenge, in short, was to take a picture of one of the not-so-perfect moments in your life–feeling bored in traffic, scrubbing dirty diapers late at… Read More The revolution begins: your not-so-perfect moment photos!
Over the past few years, I’ve developed an increasingly intimate relationship with my brain. Thanks to my friend D, who introduces me to at least half of the things I love the most in the world, I started going to meditation and dharma talks led by this guy. The practice of just sitting with my… Read More Why I take my brain out for dinner. And what we talk about. And what we eat.
Do the sleep challenges ever end? We’re having a rough day over here. After our delightful time away in Colorado, aka my soul place, J has adopted all sorts of different sleeping patterns. When we were away, J said he wanted to sleep in the “flat bed” and since the room where he stayed had… Read More A toddler sleep clustercuss
“Why don’t I just go pick up D’s burrito and go drop J off at S’s so that you can have some extra time to finish at work and then we can just meet at the house and go.” This? The culmination of our plot to escape the vacuum of our family life for a… Read More Concert-going: then and now
