Tag Archives: growing up

Twenties Vs. Thirties

When I was in my twenties, I talked a lot about how I didn’t regret any of my past mistakes. Believing that it made me neat and unique to own up to my quirky foibles, I often waxed poetic about how, if given the chance to go back and do things over, I simply would not. I […]

Never Gonna Let You Down

I hate it when the Internet makes me think. What’s even worse is when it makes me feel. This is what happened a couple weeks ago. I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across a link with a Buzzfeedy vibe to it, boasting 27 facts that are sure to blow my mind. Ever the sucker […]

Variations on the Theme of Love

“There’s nothing new under the sun”. I remember my mom saying this often when we were growing up. And really, it’s true, and I’m not just saying that because as a mother myself I am legally obligated to maintain the illusion that everything that comes out of the maternal collective’s mouth is platinum. The more I grow and experience, […]

Reason Eleventy Billion Why Being a Parent is Worth the Poop

Before you start reading this, put on a song you love. If you want some suggestions, there are a few selections from my soundtrack I listened to when I wrote this here, here, and here. I am not a dancer. Me not being a dancer goes hand-in-hand with me being self conscious. I feel like […]

Miss C Emulates Gregor Samsa

Last night I had a bad dream. The sad thing about it is that I know that it will eventually be real. In my dream I awoke like I do most mornings around 5:30 or 6 and went to the baby. In my dream, though, she wasn’t a little lump swaddled and sweetly sleeping in […]