Things That Are Tan

My new Dolce Vita platforms (via Tog + Porter) complete with Gianni Versace’s lawn stains.

Me [thanks to the airbrush artists at Skin Body Lounge;
tanning what I can't tone since 2008] Dancing like a fool in Miami.

{Dress by Gypsy 05; also via Tog + Porter}

Do you understand what Tog + Porter does?  They will style you for the price of fabulous clothes, yo!  YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR HOUSE TO SHOP AND LOOK AWESOME!  I AM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH THIS IDEA!  //rant

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I’m a F*cking Fraud.

All day, every day, I’m pretty much waiting for someone to figure out how unqualified I am at life.  Each small success terrifies me because I’m certain that this time, THIS TIME?  The gig will be up and the person on the other end of each opportunity will finally figure out that I have no business writing/editing/momming/being a grown up/generally existing, and the like.

But you know what? Fuck it. I’m telling you guys on the indelible internet that I pretty much don’t feel legit any day ever, and now that the cat’s out of the bag – I’m hoping I can get on with my life and start believing in myself again.

This past weekend, as I’ve been shoving down your throats via social media of all kinds, I was in Miami liveblogging the Mom 2.0 Summit – an incredible convergence of Mom Bloggers, and marketers, and researchers, and just kind of an awesome melding of [mostly] female, entrepreneurial minds.  (I wanted to type “parenting bloggers” so badly — why do I cringe so hard at the phrase Mom Blog?  And holy shit don’t even get me started on people other than my kiddo addressing me as “Mommy”…)

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I Don’t Know Why I Think I Will Ever Be Able To Blog From A Biz Trip.

Miami, The Ritz, and 400 Female Entrepreneurs. My head is spinning.

But my clothes are freaking fabulous.

I’m going to have to get some tips from my sis-in-law on outfit posting, because holy WOW is it hard to take a picture of yourself and look good and not feel like a total goon, and I have SO MANY outfits I must show you, like yesterday.  Coming soon.  I swear.

Also, I want to shave Sarah James’ head and make a wig from her hair.  But I’m going to try to control myself.

Are you having a good weekend?

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Going to Miami.

Tuesday morning dance party, anyone?

Ahhh…the Florida Keys are calling me, and I am answering. Bright and early on Thursday morning, I’m winging my way to the Mom 2.0 Summit…and I am so excited, I feel like a freaking Pointer Sister. I’ll be live blogging the event on behalf of Mom 2.0 HERE, and I’ll be dressing incredibly awesomely thanks to my brand new store-to-door stylist and yours Tog + Porter who I will be gushing about ad nauseum because my clothes are amazing. Delilah even called me a princess.

[Uh, yep. The fashion geniuses behind Tog + Porter gave me cheat sheets for all my outfits. That kind of organization means I now have the ability to travel with four days worth of killer threads in a carry on bag. I could seriously get used to this. Oh, there is so much gushing to do...]

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I Stand With Diana.

Diana and Bella

Diana Stone is a Mother. A really good mother. And she’s pregnant with her second. Only this time it’s twins. She found that out back in February and has been trying to wrap her head around all the excitement (and chaos) two babies would bring ever since. Just last week she found out the twins in her belly were boys. Two beautiful baby boys — Preston and Julian — to terrorize her daughter Bella, and turn she and her husband Sam prematurely gray. At least, she hoped they would, like any Mother hopes that the million billion things that have to work perfectly for a healthy little human to develop would go as planned.

And then on Friday plans changed.

At eighteen weeks and four days into her pregnancy, Diana’s water broke.  She rushed to University Medical Center in El Paso, TX, where she lives. Shortly thereafter, she turned to her online community for support – she’d learned horrible news:

When I saw her updates, my heart broke, too.  Diana.  Losing her beautiful boys.  I couldn’t digest what my friend was about to go through.  But when Diana and Sam decided that induction wasn’t an option they could go through with and they preferred instead to keep Diana monitored and on bed rest and let nature take it’s course — the only thing they could do to give their sons even a slim chance at survival — things actually somehow got worse for them.

Despite the fact that the boys were still thriving in Diana’s uterus, and the fact that as of yet there was no infection or imminent threat to Diana’s health, her doctors at UMC would spent the next several days taunting her, berating her decision, and eventually:

And then this:

And perhaps most offensive of all to the Hippocratic Oath, this:

She’s a Mother.  She’s doing the only thing she can to save her babies lives, and she’s being met with the disdain and mockery of the people who might be able to help her carry these boys to term if they could put their bruised egos aside.

Diana is a Christian and is being called “hysterical” by her doctors for wanting Faith to play a role in the fate of her sons. They’re making her decision to fight for her children’s life out to be solely a religious one, and regardless, they somehow feel that gives them to right to dismiss it. They’re trying to squash her spirit when her strength of spirit is all she and her boys have.

I am a Jew. I’m vehemently pro-choice. Neither of those qualifiers have a place in this conversation – and yet, as a pregnant mother wanting to do everything she could for her unborn children, Diana was almost not given a choice.  How many other women have been in her shoes only to trust in the medical advice they are given, and sacrifice their unborn children without a fight?

Diana and Sam now have a patient advocate working with them to ensure that they are given the best medical care available while they continue to fight for Preston and Julian’s lives. But the horror of what they’ve been through these past few days remains.

This should not happen to any patient with any belief system in any situation. I’m sick about the fact that it’s happened to my friend Diana.

Diana has written about the experience (and the unbelievable outpouring of internet support) in her own words HERE.

The brilliant Katherine Stone has also detailed the ordeal HERE.

Jill, Diana, and I on the streets of Nashville.

Update:

 

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