My first baby was one that the books (and my pediatrician) referred to as ‘spirited’. What that really means is from the moment they are born, IF they are awake, they ARE screaming. ‘Spirited’ is not to be confused with colic. Spirited hangs on much longer. She also never slept for more than 2 hours at a time (often 45 minutes) for months and months. Even as an older baby, she didn’t sleep well and was crying most of the time. It wasn’t a ‘something hurts’ cry, it was an ‘I’m pissed’ cry. READ MORE
Recently, I divulged to a friend that I had undergone a cosmetic procedure several years ago, a secret that I had only revealed to a small group of inner circle confidantes.
She shrugged, seemingly not fazed in the least by my confession. “Well, you’ve always been vain,” she commented casually.
Naturally, I was taken aback by her remark, not to mention a bit hurt. I did not think of myself as vain. Vain people, especially women, are villainous, self-obsessed and narcissistic – willing to stop at nothing to maintain their physical appearance, even if it means killing close family members that rival their own beauty. (See Snow White and possibly many other fairy tales…) Certainly I was no two dimensional cartoon character, but the exchange forced me to examine my own thoughts on what it meant to be proud versus conceited and where that line was drawn. READ MORE
Hindsight. It’s an amazing thing. Hindsight transports me back in time and allows me to travel through twenty years of marriage all over again. With hindsight (and an oversized box of wine), I’ve been able to zero in on the...Read More
I am a late bloomer.
I always have been. Each year on my birthday I receive a phone call from my mother to remind me of how long it took to get me out of her uterus. “Oh, I remember where I was [fill in the birthday blank] years ago!” she clucks. “Enduring 10 hours of labor trying to give birth to you! God, I thought you’d never come out.” I thank her for the call and suggest she send an ecard next year. READ MORE