Category: The Not-So-Trivial

Holy Mama Chug

The whole problem with this number, 30, I think, is that we have this imaginary list of things we are supposed to accomplish, and the closer the birthday gets, the less likely list completion begins to seem, and the more the panic sets in. I mean, I haven’t bought a house, or won an Oscar, or been on Conan, or… Read more →

It’s time.

Sorry, your browser does not support iframes. The internet is magic. A few months ago, the incredible Stacey ~ a beloved reader ~ got in touch with me about Kate and Mark Storm, close friends of hers whose sweet baby Getty had been diagnosed with SMA1; the number one genetic killer of infants under the age of two. Getty is only… Read more →

Aftershocks.

My psychiatrist recently told me it could take a year or more to truly recover from postpartum depression.  {Like, picture that scene from Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams is being all creepy intense with Matt Damon going “it’s not your fault” – it was kind of like that, but with more squirming uncomfortably and less crying and emotional man-hugs.} … Read more →

Going Commando

Summer time is fast approaching, and for us hormonal nursing Mamas (am I the only one sweating like a hooker in church?) putting your baby under a nursing cover becomes…well…out of the question really, unless you were hoping for baked baby….which, I mean, although her chubby thighs do look tasty…I’m not.    So my BabyBond nursing cover has been coming in… Read more →

Oh Happy Day.

I’ve been having a hard time lately.   A hard time that is waiting to be discussed in another post that I’m letting percolate in my drafts folder for a while until I grow balls big and hairy enough to post it.   But until then, let’s just say parenthood isn’t easy.   Life really isn’t easy.   And that can be a hard… Read more →