The other day I was leafing through the racks of a local Goodwill when I saw it: a bright pink sweater covered with multi-colored hearts. I swooned, smiled, and then stopped: Was this too girly?
clothing
moving
My husband is all about carefully wrapping and boxing things, and I'm prone to throwing stuff in the back of the car, unboxed and unlabeled, and then being heartbroken when something breaks.
furniture
My husband and I recently celebrated a big-time first for us: we bought a couch.
blogging
I had the first inkling of “Maaaybe I should slow down on the blogging about my kid” around the time my son turned one-and-a-half and started looking and acting like more of an actual person.
failure
Every time I announce I'm beginning a project, my husband has moved beyond the “Are you sure?” questioning phase to the small smile, “If you must” phase, because he realizes there's no hope. This ship is always, always going to sink.
diet
I thought I would have all of these awful feelings after taking the first bite, but I had only happy, warm feelings that come with eating a bit of food you have really missed.
violence
Sean and another dad simultaneously yelled, “Someone's shooting in the mall!” at the same time that I literally leapt out of my seat, pulled my child out of a tunnel by his feet, and ran.
issues
If I am getting angry because of how someone else is choosing to live her life, the problem usually isn't that person.
thanksgiving
My son spent a month in a NICU after he was born, and I made a silent promise to the universe that one day I'd do my best to give something back to these people.
family drama
Becoming a parent has helped me realize that while I thought I knew what was going on when I was growing up, I really had no idea.
separation
As I type this, my partner of a little over six years is packing up the belongings we've decided are his and moving them out of our apartment.
periods
I downloaded the app under the guise that it would inform me about the workings of my body and I'd know even more about myself. Instead, I'm even more disconnected.
healthy
In tenth grade, a particular boy made me his daily target by parading around the room before class, holding the front of his shirt over his chest to make two tiny triangles.
issues
I didn't know if or how he would react -- basically, I didn't know if he would notice that the two people getting married were men, or if it would just sail right over his head.
relationships
Somehow, during the past year of examining our relationship, I also became overly concerned about how we looked as a couple to other people.
issues
I hated the idea of Zizi cooped up in a kennel for most of the day, and there was no way we could just ditch him somewhere -- it's just not how we roll.
preschool
My kid's school is state supported and run, and it's an amazing place.
race
I'm rattled by the idea that Summit Entertainment feels like the themes of heartache, loss, tragedy and pain have to be white-washed for audiences to “get” it.
harry potter
Harry Potter is my jam, and going back in time to the first moment we met is something I'll happily do anytime, anyplace.
twilight
The minute we got a good look at him we knew that Jasper would be perfect. AND THEN.
pregnancy
We all know giving birth is crazy. What a lot of women DON'T often discuss is all of the absolutely insane ways your body freaks out after your baby drops.
